Why do foods that I like the most happen to be the ones that are the worst for me? What sort of system is that? Shouldn't my body most crave the sustenance that is most needed? Wouldn't it make more sense if our bodies registered vegetables as candy? Instead I find myself feeling guilty for nearly every food that I enjoy. I don't want to live a Spartan existence where the only thing on the menu was a dark protein-rich and tasteless gruel.
That said, I want get back down to the pant size that I had a few months ago. I want to give an impressive figure at my daughter's upcoming wedding. Most importantly, I want to be able to take off my shirt when I go swimming without embarrassment (to myself or those around me).
I suppose all dreams require some sacrifice.