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Like with me and weight loss. People want to hear that it’s easy.

I found a pill.

Had some surgery.

Maybe an illness they could catch?

And it’s not just weight loss.

I see it everywhere.

I see someone post a pitiful message on facebook or myspace.

While I’m thinking snap out of it and move on, the general consensus is to tell people I’m so sorry or some such sentiment.

You know what helped me?

People telling me the truth and getting tough on me when I needed it.

I had several defining moments along the way.

None of them began with I’m so sorry or bless your heart.

Three guys come to mind when I think of who helped me the most along the way.

There was Coach Little.

He had watched me for months, waiting for me to accept his offer for help.

And when I did…

That man showed me no mercy.

None at all.

He worked me like a plow horse! A plow horse, I tell you!

We did sprints and lunges in the heat.

He made me workout with the football team.

He pounded his office window if I didn’t take the right amount of steps up the hill.

He rarely, if ever, approved cheating.

And I can count on one hand the complements he gave me.

And…

They meant more, and I remember them well.

And then there was my Hot ISS Friend Kevin.

He came into the picture later.

In casual conversation one day he E-mailed to ask about my diet.

I was at goal by then.

And in my fear of gaining it all back, I had let my calories fall to 500 a day.

He didn’t sugar coat it, and he didn’t baby talk.

I believe it began with, “Woman, listen to me. You will never lose another pound if you continue to eat like that.”

And he didn’t make a diet full of fluffy little cute foods. He fixed one with clean foods. A diet for life.

And like with Coach Little, I remember exactly what he said when he sent it.

“Do this and trust me.”

So that was the beginning and the middle.

What about now?

I have another.

Doc Martin.

He goes to my gym.

A few months ago, he told me, “Adina, you look like you’ve got an extra layer. I’m not saying you’re big or anything. I’m just saying you have an extra layer.”

And he was right.

And I did something about it.

So when I walked in the gym last night, I got a thumbs up with a “That’s more like it.”

And I’ll remember those words, because he doesn’t hand them out like candy.

I have learned not to shy away from people who will tell me the truth.

The truth sometimes stings, but it always comes with results when faced.

You won’t find me putting things like I’m sad as my status.

That will bring with it pity. A string of people wanting to share misery, because it really does love company.

I’ll be off seeking people who will tell me the truth…even when I don’t want to hear it…

Because that is when I need to hear it the most.