I really struggled with the title of this thread, because it's hard to convey in a few words what I'm trying to say.
One thing about dieting (not about being overweight, but about DIETING specifically) that always tortured me was my envy of others who weren't on a diet. It didn't make any difference if they were overweight, thin, or anything in between. If they weren't on a diet and I was, I was jealous. Because I knew they weren't counting calories, carbs, whatever - and I was. And I just hated everything about it.
It was especially painful whenever I'd go out to eat with a group of friends. If I was on a diet, I'd have to plan out my meal beforehand using the nutritional guide for that establishment or ballparking the calorie count using their menu if there was no nutritional guide available. While everyone else was delightfully perusing the menu deciding "what sounds good?" "anyone want an appetizer?" "I think I'm going to have a Margarita!" I'm agonizing over the fact that I can't participate in this simple pleasure - eating what appeals to me at that very moment.
No, I had to eat something GOOD FOR ME. Something LOW IN CALORIES so I could stay within my range for the day (regardless of how hungry - or not - I was). All that nonsense that you always read from the diet gurus who tell you to "concentrate on what you're trying to accomplish" and "think of how good you'll look when you lose all that weight" never helped me. Not one single bit. Because all I could think about was "Am I going to have to do this for the rest of my flipping LIFE?" And "I want to be able to eat like everyone else is eating."
Now I do.
Dining out is one of my guilty pleasures, and I refuse to let it be a battleground any longer.
And no more jealousy! It's so freeing to no longer experience that. It made the torture of any diet even more intense. No matter how much weight I lost, I never found any pleasure in saying "it was all worth it." Because in the end, it wasn't.
And inevitably, I'd gain every last pound back. And more.
