I'm not going to miss forever tugging my shirt down when I sit down, out of fear that all the fat bulging over the front/side/back of my jeans is showing.
I don't miss weighing more than my husband.
I don't miss my Wii telling my "That's obese!" when I step on it. And hopefully soon I won't miss my Wii telling me "That's overweight!" when I step on it.
I, too, won't miss shorts riding up. I'm tired of my crotch eating my shorts and my butt eating my underwear!
I don't miss my stomach sticking out farther than my boobs do.
I won't miss looking in the mirror and cringing at how I look.
I won't miss the horrible feeling of despair when I go shopping and almost nothing fits and the stuff that does fit looks like crap. I won't miss leaving stores in near tears.