I don't hate my boobs or clothes getting smaller, per we, but I DO hate the remeasuring and resizing to find out where I'm at NOW. I don't shrink in the proportions of a clothing label, so figuring out where the ten or twenty pounds came off when I'm trying to buy new, flattering clothes can be a big challenge.
I also hate the awareness that comes with being healthy. Even when I want to, I can't indulge like I did when I wasn't watching my weight or caring about my health - I know too much now and can't help but keep mental tabs on the calories, nutrients, preparation, etc. I can't turn the educated part of my brain off and it informs and dictates how far I'll let myself go. Most of the time this is an excellent victory and a great change, but sometimes I secretly think it would be nice to be ignorant and not care what I'm eating for a day. But I can't - now that I know and am used to using thought and moderation regarding my food choices, I can't go back to the way I was.
... Which sucks when I really want to eat my feelings and my brain won't let me