The Hardest Part

I have thoroughly enjoyed everyone’s feedback on these questions, and it’s been really helpful for me. Thank you!

Here’s the third and final question from Jen: “What is the 2 or 3 hardest things about losing weight?”

My answer to this question has been different depending on where I am in my weight loss journey. When I first began, the hardest things were counting calories and exercising. Now those things are fairly routine for me. Then I struggled with comparing my rate of weight loss with that of others and feeling inferior as a result (and I still struggle with this to a degree, though I think I’ve improved). One thing I have struggled with the whole time is my desire for food and the emotional attachment I have with certain foods. I am constantly having to remind myself that food is not a solution to problems but is fuel for my body.

The hardest thing for me right now is fighting feelings of rebellion. Sometimes I just want to say, “Who cares about being healthy? Is it really worth all of this struggle? Why can’t I just eat what I want?” Of course, if what I wanted to eat were healthy, that would be fine, but the truth that I am still trying to absorb is that there is no finish line when it comes to being healthy; healthiness is a lifelong pursuit. I need to get used to it now and ingrain these healthy habits into my heart and mind so I can pass them on to my children someday.

If you have lost weight or are trying to lose weight, what has been the hardest thing for you?

3 thoughts on “The Hardest Part

  1. The hardest part for me has been believing in myself. If I know I can do it, I do it. If I don't trust myself, I make excuses for failure. If I'm going to fail anyway, I might as well have that cookie, right?

    During the past year those frustrating thoughts have decreased, thankfully. It's taken a lot of hard work – and still takes hard work – but I know I am on the road to happy, healthier me!

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  2. Oh my gosh, I can't TELL you how much this resonates with me.
    Its SO crazy that even as much as I've lost and as long as i've been trying, I still have my “to hell with it” days.

    The hardest part for me is that sometimes I get SO angry and so bitter when I see people in the drive thru of a restaurant I can't go to anymore. Or the WORST is when my family has a “take-out night” and they get pizza and I have to eat steamed chicken.

    The hardest part is remembering what got me here. Years and years of self-induced food abuse. Was that large fry EVERY day worth it?? NO. And I see that now and am friggin kicking myself for it.

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