When you lose a substantial amount of weight, every once in a while you see someone you haven't seen since "before." And when they barely recognize you, or are startled by your appearance, they invariably ask you this ridiculous question. (Okay, fine, not invariably... but at least half of the time.)
What do you say?
Personally, I respond with... "Hard work. Dedication."
Fine, having weight loss surgery three years ago probably helped. But you know what? It didn't help me make all of the good decisions. I did that.
I'm the one who said no to the cakes and cookies, or the extra piece of pizza that would have made me miserable, or the last couple bites of something I was actually too full for. And let me be clear: I did not say that I said no every time, or even most of the time. But sometimes I did, and when that happened: it was me, not some piece of plastic wrapped around the base of my esophagus.
Sorry for my rant, but just needed to be said.
** I know this isn't supposed to be a weight loss blog, but every once in a while... this subject needs to be broached in a life blog.