I went four months without eating at McDonald's once. I've done it four times in the past couple weeks.
Fast food isn't a treat for me. It's a punishment I inflict upon myself for some sin, real or imagined. I have a bad day at work and sabotage myself with bad food. I miss a workout and think, "Why even bother continuing?"
That same impulse fuels my poor self-image.
The other day, I heard something a Weight Watchers instructor told her class.
The instructor, a therapist, said it takes 20 compliments to override the emotional damage caused by a single insult. That rings true to me.
My wife can tell me I look good all day long. Others — sources, co-workers, friends, readers and supporters — can say I'm doing great.
It won't matter. Not until I believe it myself.
Staff Writer Ken Raymond began a yearlong weight loss and fitness journey on April 1. Here are his stats:
Height: About 6 feet 1 inch
Beginning weight: 307 pounds
Current weight: 275 pounds