I hate how it can hurt.
I hate being sweaty and sticky.
I hate being smelly.
I hate how my very-fair skinned and rosacea-prone face turns tomato-red and I fear a flare-up.
I hate those days after you really push yourself you can be sore.
I hate dieting too!
I hate salads! HATE them!
I hate having to turn down pizza and french fries and ice cream.
I hate drinking a ton of water and needing to pee all the time.
There are a lot of things I hate about all this!
But you know what I hate more?
I hate that feeling I get when I look at some pretty clothes and I know I can’t fit into them or they won’t look flattering on me.
I hate feeling dumpy and out of shape.
I hate being out of breath after a walk to the store or climbing the flight of stairs to my apartment.
I hate looking into the mirror and being unhappy with myself.
Despite hating all those things that are required to get in shape and lose weight, I hate these things even more.
That’s what drives me to finish that last set of push-ups, or turn down the fried chicken and have a salad instead. Somehow, gritting my teeth and launching into my last set of push-ups is a better option to looking in the mirror and hating myself for NOT doing it.
That’s what keeps me going, even when I want to stop.