What Has Been Your Biggest Issue Losing Weight?

I've got lots of them.

One of them is a hormone imbalance that manifests itself in making it harder to lose weight than it might normally be otherwise.

The bigger issue is the "poor pitiful me" syndrome. It just bugs me to no end that it seems like "everybody else can eat whatever they want whenever they want without consequence". My head knows it's horse hockey, but the heart still aches like it's true. Same old story about how it's not the same for me for a variety of excuses.

The inner child loves to get into the game: I don't want to have to log everything for the rest of my life. This is boring. Nobody else has to do this like I do. Nobody else's family gives them grief like mine does me. It's easier for everybody else. Yadda yadda yadda.

My biggest issue was not taking the time to educate myself on the scientific facts behind weight loss many years ago. Without the facts, it's like chasing a wild goose or a bunch of stray cats.

I know my problem. I don't love food like a foodie but I eat a lot. I never feel full so I always have to eat.

Quitting soda and cutting down sugar. Also, I am so less determined to work out now that I don't have a workout partner

I'm very limited in what types of workouts I can and can't do because I have to work out at home with limited equipment and I always have to be ready to drop what I'm doing to help mom out with something since she can't really live independently. Basically, there's no such thing as "uninterrupted workout time."

That and I am limited in what types of exercise I can safely do as a result of a neurological dysfunction that impairs basic motor control, balance, and spatial awareness.

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Ah, yes. This is when I start sounding like a motivational speaker. Right.

I didn't care enough about myself. I had always been fat, I had it in my mind that I would always be fat. Really low self-esteem. Bullied relentlessly. I literally just accepted, by the age of 21, that I would die young. At my heaviest of 400 lbs, I was still getting around and doing things for myself - I never saw myself as becoming bed-bound or anything like that, because I assumed I'd die long before I ever got that big. I just didn't see myself as worth fighting for.

THAT was the hard part of weight loss. THAT is why I gained back weight in the past. I never had a reason to try hard and keep it off. It wasn't as simple as "I like food." I know it wasn't that simple because that bit is still true. I still like my big portions and fried foods and melty cheese (oh god, better stop now!). I still have those things, just not every single day. I had to find a reason not to have them every day, and I did: I am that reason. I am worth working for a healthy, more able body.

My sleep medication increases my appetite by 1000. I would eat a chunk of wood if my teeth were sharp enough.

Myself. Read the blog I just put up in the "introduce yourself" section.

Clothes that don't fit. Buying new ones, and them not fitting after a few months

Using exercise as a coping skill not food. I'm in my head way to much... So I defeat my conquest before I even start and I use others preceived opinions of myself as a basis to my emotional eating. Once I realized that I used food to cowere away from my fears of rejection and acceptance I was freed.

For myself... denial (either didn't gain that much, or must be a medical issue); nope it was all my own fault and up to me to fix it. My current Achilles heel is a new med (allergies) preventing me from getting my proper intake, great for weight loss, terrible for fitness, my main goal is to look smoking hot naked so this matters most to me. It also causes frustrations with my lifting by limiting my gains.

Probably the worst thing for me was just a tirade of awful events in my life: ex-fiance cheating on me, having an episode and then being diagnosed bipolar, and subsequently being off work for 6 months. I actually lost quite a bit of weight when I was in the hospital for a month or so, because the food there was obviously much healthier and they did not offer you chocolate/crisps. This meant that when I finally got home, I went crazy with eating all the stuff that I couldn't eat when in the hospital. It was also comfort eating given I was still off work too.

So my main issue now is because I'm still on a hefty chunk of medication. However, I've been told I have to lose weight for other health reasons, so in a way, that's motivation for me! I was a bit depressed when I realised my weight had got that out of hand, but at the same time, I found a positive slant: maybe I can finally get to the weight that I was before I met and moved in with my stupid abusive ex. I was never super tiny slim, but I'd love to be that size again, and maybe even less. Here's hoping!

Body image. Having unrealistic expectations about what I can achieve given what I'm willing to do. I COULD have washboard abs. IF I was willing to give up sugars and carbs and eat nothing but meat and greens. (Yes, some people can have abs without doing those things but not me. I have never had them. Not going to have them now!) But I'm learning to love all the parts of me as they are and enjoy my life at the same time. Healthy balance. (This is in NO way hating on people who eat paleo or love that lifestyle... more power to you. Just not for me!)

Feeling hungry. I can have my allotted meal with plenty of water (24 -32 oz) with it and still not feel like I'm at a 6 on the full scale that leads to over eating. Le sigh...