I don't like it, but I love it.

I don't like eating eggs for breakfast.

I don't like feeling my heart beat so quickly that I worry about who will find my body when it finally gives out.

I don't like the internal struggle not to eat pizza when I'm sad, lonely, or depressed.

I don't like staying in on weekend evenings, knowing a night out would end up in way to much beer.

I don't like having to explain why I decline to eat certain foods.

I don't like needing to be so routine oriented.

I don't like thinking about how much better I could be doing, how much more I could exercises, how much less junk I could eat.

I don't like being weak and overweight.

I like not having to suck in my stomach just so I don't look pregnant.

I like being stronger and more flexible.

I like taking a fight of stairs without feeling like I just ran a mile.

I like getting suggestions for at-home stretches/exercises, because now people assume I can/will do them.

I like being a good example for my daycare kids, who now do push-ups, squats, and stretches.

I like looking my cart while shopping for groceries, and seeing only healthy foods.

I like that I'm starting to crave exercise and vegetables more then tv and chips.

I like thinking of Christmas, knowing that by the end of this, I'll be thinner, stronger, and toner then I've been in years.