It would be very easy to just give up. Just say, "I'm fat again, so be it...it's just too much work to stay thin"
But I can't. For one, I hate how my body feels. I cringe when my kids hug me sometimes because I remember what it was like now when I was thinner.
Two: I hate how I look. I miss seeing a thin face. I had not seen one my entire life, and then I did. I want it back.
Three: Clothes. I hate fat clothes. I'm so depressed every day getting dressed.