[Shmead]

I forgot the biggie--being COLD all the time. I remember when I was fat and skinny little things would complain about being cold, and it was like they were an alien species--intellectually, I understood that they felt cold in what I thought was a normal or even warm place, but I couldn't really imagine it. Now, I get chilly at the grocery store, and if I end up spending all day in an industrial AC type place--like an office building--I am miserable if I forgot a jacket.

[SouthLake]

Fat redistribution!

See it goes a little something like this... I'm neurotic so I measure my waist in several places. I lose weight, and inches start flying off my rib cage and the top part of my stomach. Then, they slide down to the lower part of my stomach. WTH? Which means by losing ten pounds, my pants get TIGHTER! Then, of course, I lose those inches and they fit again, go down to the next size down and it repeats itself again. Plus, one boob has gotten bigger. Not a fan. I'm giving her the stink eye right now.

Amen on baggy clothes! Size limbo is the worst.

I hate people that feel the need to comment on my plan with their criticisms, etc (I follow SB). Eating a whole lot of grains, carbs, etc. (even whole grains) send the scale out of whack and cause me to crave all sorts of deliciously bad things. I understand weightloss is calories in, calories out. But, seriously limiting my carb intake is what helps me stay under calories. It's easier for me than counting calories every day (I do semiregular little checks of random days and I'm always at or below calories) and don't have to work at it. My mom telling me I need to switch to WW instead so that I can have bread, oatmeal, pasta, etc. just pisses me off.

[StuffedBunny]

The #4 from the original post...for sure. You feel all great because you've lost weight but you still look bleh.

I hate going to restaraunts, and instead of getting my favorite thing ever from there, I have to go for a healthier option. It pays off, of course. But it sucks.

I hate wanting to buy new clothes, but then deciding to wait till I lose more weight.

I strongly dislike the fact that my boyfriend will sit next to me shoving his face full of deliciousness and has the nerve to offer me some and say "a little won't hurt" when I know damn well it will...and then I must resist and give him dirty looks out of the corner of my eye.

Most of all.......I miss enjoying food. I no longer eat for pleasure. Just for fuel. I smell deliciousness in the air as I drive past restaraunts and such. But I just say to myself "Oh no, you don't get to enjoy the sense of taste anymore. That's all behind you." It's a waste of one of my senses...but I guess we must sacrifice.

[Robsia]

Originally Posted by StuffedBunny

I strongly dislike the fact that my boyfriend will sit next to me shoving his face full of deliciousness and has the nerve to offer me some and say "a little won't hurt" when I know damn well it will...and then I must resist and give him dirty looks out of the corner of my eye.

Oh yeah - I get that one too. He will even put food touching my lips so I can smell it and almost taste it. I don't always resist.

[krampus]

1.) In between sizes. I'm swimming in my clothes but not "done" yet.

2.) Not knowing when you will be "done." What if I get to goal and decide to lose 10 more? Will I ever feel like I deserve to buy myself a new wardrobe?

3.) All my best friends here (none of whom are overweight/dieting consciously) love to hit up all-you-can-eat gourmet buffets for fun on weekends. I go with them and eat, but I always feel sort of nervous/guilty and worry that I'm a party pooper.

4.) Knowing that when I move back to America, my parents who always eat out will take me with them regularly and I'll have to really exercise self-control. Right now I mostly cook for myself and only make the amount I'm planning on eating in one sitting.

5.) Having people "worry" about me and think I have an eating disorder.

[ValRock]

Originally Posted by krampus

1.) In between sizes. I'm swimming in my clothes but not "done" yet.

2.) Not knowing when you will be "done." What if I get to goal and decide to lose 10 more? Will I ever feel like I deserve to buy myself a new wardrobe?

3.) All my best friends here (none of whom are overweight/dieting consciously) love to hit up all-you-can-eat gourmet buffets for fun on weekends. I go with them and eat, but I always feel sort of nervous/guilty and worry that I'm a party pooper.

4.) Knowing that when I move back to America, my parents who always eat out will take me with them regularly and I'll have to really exercise self-control. Right now I mostly cook for myself and only make the amount I'm planning on eating in one sitting.

5.) Having people "worry" about me and think I have an eating disorder.

JUST a HUGE ditto to all of this!!!!