Diet buddies have never worked out for me, really. Perhaps because my diet buddies always worked somewhere else, and lived in the next town, and having a buddy meant checking in after a week, learning that one of you hadn't really bothered to participate, and agreeing to meet at DQ for a large cone.
It's early I know, but I'm already amazed at how much easier this is with friends that are coworkers. Sharing meals is gratifying. Clearing a hurdle (an Easter dinner, a dinner out, skipping a glass of wine) is gratifying.
New to me is learning that discomfort and frustration is gratifying too. When I see someone else sticking to a diet, or who has lost 30 pounds and looks great--well, it just snuck up on me, and for some reason it seems like it took them no time at all. They are superhuman! Their weight just fell off! There was never a weak moment or a growling stomach, or a craving. Running made them high, they never experienced an ache in their side or a shin splint.
So easy for them. So hard for meeeeeee. So hungreeee. So hottttt. So sorrrrrre.
I take a twisted pleasure in my friends, then, saying "I'm starving!" at 10:00 in the morning, or admitting "I am dying for something crunchy." Yay! Because, ME TOO, and this IS hard, and everybody else thinks so too, even though we feel good about it also.
It helps me beat myself up less.
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