Weight Loss, Self-Forgiveness, and Feeling Better
Weight loss is like—SO HARD.
There are a million ways to do it.
So many options. Too many—REALLY.
And honestly?
I don’t wanna do any of them.
Right?
A couple years ago, I was frustrated.
My whole life, I’d try something for a little while and then I’d just—stop.
I’d exercise for a bit, get into pretty good shape... then I’d stop.
I’d get tired of doing it, or life would just get in the way.
I knew I needed to do something different.
So—that’s what I did.
It was me.
It was all about me.
It was... forgiveness.
I had to forgive myself.
Here’s the pattern I noticed (and maybe you’ve been there too):
I’d be doing great, then something happens—
I get busy.
I go on vacation.
I get lazy.
Then a week goes by, and the guilt sets in.
I give up.
I get depressed.
It feels hopeless.
I get mad.
At myself.
All that work—gone.
And now I have to start over.
AGAIN.
So I had this idea...
What if I set a goal two years from now?
Give myself two whole years to get in better shape.
That way, when I cheat—because you know I’m gonna—I don’t beat myself up for it.
Turns out... it was a pretty good idea.
It’s been over two years now.
(Well, kinda... I haven’t been keeping track exactly.)
I haven’t lost a lot of weight, but that wasn’t the goal.
The goal was to slowly get in better shape.
And guess what?
I did.
And I have.
Even while dealing with a crazy illness.
You go, boy!
Now, I’m not perfect.
I still have this gut and a flabby chest I’d love to lose.
But I’m a lot better.
And the crazy thing?
I didn’t even work that hard.
I didn’t have to.
And the most amazing part?
I ate pretty much whatever I wanted.
I didn’t give up chocolate.
Or bread.
I still eat burgers, fries, and ice cream.
In moderation.
I just eat smarter.
I can’t have a burger every week.
But I can have one every once in a while—as a reward.
I look at it like this:
If I ate boiled eggs and chicken all week, today I’m treating myself to something I want.
I’m gonna enjoy it.
Savor every bite.
Guilt-free.
And that’s what I’ve done.
Slowly.
With moderation.
Smart choices.
Not perfect.
Just better.
And most importantly—
I forgive myself when I cheat.
Because you-know I’m gonna.
This has become my routine:
Eat what I want.
Stretch and work out when I can.
Some weeks, I’m doing something every day.
Nothing crazy.
Just a few moves right here in my living room.
Then maybe I skip a few days.
Or a week.
But here’s the thing:
I forgive myself.
And I get back to work.
Not perfect.
Not trying to be.
My body’s not perfect, but it’s so, so much better.
And guess what?
When I get back to work with no expectations, there’s no pressure.
No regret.
It took me all these years to realize—
It was just me.
I was the one putting all this pressure on myself.
ME.
No one else really cares.
Right?
Think about it.
Do you really care if I eat right or lose weight?
NOPE.
It’s all on me.
Do I want to feel guilty?
Or not?
It’s that simple.
I’ve gotta set myself up for success.
And now, after all these years, I realize—
Success starts in my head.
So I’m choosing to forget yesterday...
And get back to work.
Two more years—what will the goal be?
I’m not really sure.
But you can bet I’ll be better than I am today. 😊
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I’m no doctor—just a guy figuring things out. But if you're curious about the real science-y stuff, this article on forgiveness is worth a skim.
