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At the age of 36 I was over 225 pounds when I decided I needed to lose weight. I really had no idea how to do it so I just made sure I did not eat every single thing I wanted, and tried to get some exercise. As I changed my lifestyle the weight began to come off and over five years I lost 100 pounds. As I went through this process I noticed there was a lot of things I hated. I found myself not nearly as happy as I thought I would be about losing weight so I began to look at those things I hated in a more positive light. In the end I created a list of 100 things I loved, and hated about losing 100 pounds. I have been able to list these things and add commentary to each one of those things. Humor has always been a coping mechanism for me and this book is a great example of how I approach just about everything in life. Good, and bad.

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Love

Love (disambiguation)

Assertiveness

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Publié par	First Edition Design Publishing
Date de parution	15 février 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781506901091
Langue	English

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100 Things I Love and Hate About Losing 100 lbs!

Angela Hartshorn
100 Things I Love and Hate About Losing 100 LBS!
Copyright ©2015 Angela Hartshorn

ISBN 978-1506-901-08-4 PRINT
ISBN 978-1506-901-09-1 EBOOK

LCCN 2015959174

January 2016

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means ─ electronic, mechanical, photo-copy, recording, or any other ─ except brief quotation in reviews, without the prior permission of the author or publisher.
I dedicate this book to the Former Heffer Club. I am a loyal member whose voice tends to be louder than most but whose words are thought by many who are experiencing the struggle of weight control. I write for those that cannot or will not share the horrid, yet wonderful journey of weight loss. I have no magic pill, no real answers. I can only share my story. I can share my loves, and my hates. I hope they help someone else. My grandfather told me to let my voice be heard so here I am yelling as loudly as I can. These keystrokes are done with all those around me shouting silently behind, next, and within in me. Thank you.
The LOVE and HATE are my powerful motivations. To those around me, do not be angry that I hate you at times. I am well aware you hate and love me too. You are my rocks, even if you are the rocks being thrown at me sometimes. I could not, and will not reach my goal without you. No matter what the emotion, I am always thankful for you and would be lost without you.
To all those that are struggling to even begin your weight loss journey, I have been there. The hardest part truly is the first step. Just take it one day at a time. You can do it for one day, and before you know it, the day becomes a week, and then the week a month, and then ultimately a year or years. It did not take me a month to gain 100 pounds, and it has taken me just over five years to almost lose it all. I will reach my goal, even if it means I only lost 20 pounds in a year, and for the record, I only lost 13 pounds last year. I came within two pounds of losing the 100, only to go back up to 157 pounds. The battle is not pretty, nor it is easy, but it is worth it. You can do it.
The struggle was real. Hell, it still is real.
TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction . 1
Friends 3
Family . 7
Work . 11
Social 15
Shopping . 22
Eating . 27
Relationships 31
Working Out 37
My Kids 49
Dieting . 54
Medication . 68
Body Image . 72
Closing Thoughts 82
INTRODUCTION

I am a 41-year-old woman who has worked very hard to improve her life and physical health. The decision to lose 100 pounds came after I reached 237 pounds, which is what I weighed when I underwent a partial hysterectomy. The surgery itself went flawlessly, but the recovery was difficult, painful, and provided me with the realization that I could not continue my life being grossly overweight. It was difficult to get up and move around while carrying an extra 100 pounds, and I was genuinely tired. At the time, I was only about 36 years old, and I was taking a water pill, an antidepressant three times a day, and was to begin medication to lower my blood pressure. I remember thinking that by the time I was 50 I was going to be taking five to ten pills a day if I kept up with the current choices I was making. Where would I be at 60? 70? Would I even make it to 60 if I kept eating and not moving? As I lay around recovering, it started to hit me that if I did not make some serious changes I would likely not see my kids become parents, or if I did, I certainly would not make it to see my grandkids live fully. I was tired, angry and sad. I knew I had to make changes so I changed.
The changes I made worked for me, the decisions I made on how to lose the weight were all mine. I started out slowly and took it one day at a time. No one could help me make these decisions or choices. I would never tell someone how to lose the weight. The only real advice I can give on that is if you want to lose weight, do not put bad food in your mouth. That is my only secret. Willpower. I do not know where I got it, or how I maintained it. The truth is, I did not always have it. Some weeks I crash, burn, and eat everything bad for me I can think of, and gain weight. I love sugar. I love eating. I LOVE being lazy. Nevertheless, I love living more. I love myself, more. Therefore, five years down the road I am so close to the 100 pounds being gone. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I am doing it. It will be done. I enjoy and hate this journey. The journey is never ending. It is so very hard. I hate it. I love it.
This book is the 100 things that I have loved and hated about this journey. It sums up the endless emotions I have felt throughout the years. This is my heart and soul bared for you to enjoy. I am listening to my beloved grandpa. I am making my voice heard. I hope you can read this and take something from it. Maybe for you, it is just the ramblings of a middle aged formally fat woman, but perhaps it is something more. Either way, here is my list. My list made during my journey.

Everyone has a starting point; I was still not wanting to start.
FRIENDS

Friends come in many different shapes and sizes. They are picked up along the way as we enter and exit phases in our lives. My circle of friends is small by some standards. I have shared my desire to lose weight and reach a normal size with all of them. There is no doubt that some of them wish I would just shut up about it already. They all have played their role in this journey, and I am thankful for them, all of them.

1. The helpful friends
LOVE: You have been so helpful. You have listened to my whining, and my endless obsession with the numbers on the scale. You have given me a litany of things to strive for and work with. You all are a little voice in my mind that tells me: “No carbs. Good carbs. More veggies. Tons of fruit. More protein. Drink water. Make little changes. YOU CAN DO IT!” Those things have all stayed with me and have made this journey a good time. You being proud of me has pushed me.
HATE: Please be quiet. I do not want to hear it anymore. I don’t care how your grandmother lost weight. I do not care that you are proud of me. I want a cupcake now, be a helpful friend, and find me one, NOW.

2. The hurtful friends
LOVE: Thank you for feeding my internal mean girl. She wants nothing more than to shut you up. I know you have never struggled with weight, and I should just stop eating crap and then I will lose weight. If I would just listen to everything you have said to me, I would be the perfect size 6, and I would be eternally happy. Just. Like. You.
HATE: Do you have any idea how your lame advice has done nothing but make me want to cry? You have made me want to give up and just be fat and unhealthy. My many shower-crying sessions (I only allow myself weakness in the shower so the rest of the day I am strong) are because of you and what you have said. You stole a lot of power from me over the years. Damn you, and your helpful, but hurtful words.

3. Enabling friends
LOVE: I LOVE YOU THE MOST. Thank you for eating all that crap with me. Thank you for just flat out making it a total joy to be 100 pounds overweight. You are the single best friends a fat girl could have. When I worried I was fat, you just told me I had kids, it was okay, my body had changed. Your words were like a Band-Aid. A Band-Aid I needed, and I love you with all my heart. I know you will be there, no matter what.
HATE: I wish you had told me I was fat 50 pounds ago. I wish you had told me to get off my fat ass and do something. I wish I made it okay for you to tell me what I needed to hear. Damn you, damn all of you enablers. You made the world fat and unhealthy. I wouldn’t be me without you.

4. Biggest cheerleader friends
LOVE: SHICK BOOM BAH!! RAAA RAAAA RAAAAAA!! Pompoms and all. You all are the thunderous crowd at my rock star show. Thank you for celebrating every pound lost with me. You kept me focused and moving forward. Without the cheerleader friends, I would probably still be on pound five, not pound 85.
HATE: You celebrate the 85 pounds I lost, but forget the 15 I still have. You are so busy celebrating the journey I took that you have forgotten there is so many more pounds to lose. You are forever excited about my journey. Whatever. It sucks. I hate it, and I hate you.

5. Sabotaging friends
LOVE: You give in to every bad thing I want to do. You make the trip to the mall with me just so I can eat cheese fries. You make 2 a.m. trips to Denny’s to eat banana splits. We cry into our milkshakes and wipe our tears with yoga pants. The journey with you has been so great. You are right; crying over carrots is just lame. The banana split does hear you better.
HATE: Those cheese fries and banana splits are still sitting in my belly fat. The two pounds I gained on those nights and trips linger in the back of my mind. Why did I have to eat my stress, and then feel guilty about it?
FAMILY

Family is a big part of everyone’s life. They are the people who teach us how to be, well, human. My family is a unique set of folks that is more open than the average. There is no subject left untouched, or off limits. Weight, food, and dieting ideas have been discussed more than anything else. I am thankful for my family and their clearly obsessed nature when it comes to what we put in our mouths.

6. Blindness of the family
LOVE: Thank you for being there. I could not have reached 237 pounds without your blind love. You love me not matter how fat I am. My family is amazing, and they are prefect for me. They let me struggle when I needed. I loved being told that now that I am thinner that I finally look