19 Year old male | 5’11. | 300 down to 150 (my lowest was 130)
When I was 17 years old, life had been rough for me. I was overweight since I was 9 years old, and became obese around 15. My social life was non-existent and friends were hard to come by. Most of my free time was spent in my room, playing video games, and listening to music. Depression and social anxiety became rampant. I always wore hoodies and sweatshirts, even in hot humid weather. I wore skin tight athletic shirts underneath my clothes to hold my stomach in.
In the summer of 2017 I went to Las Vegas over school break. I had a terrible time walking, i chafed badly, and I felt miserable. When I came back home I looked into dieting. Calorie counting caught my attention because I could eat whatever foods I liked as long as it was within my goals, and I could calculate weekly weight loss down to the pound.
After two months of CICO, I returned to school. My classmates commented on how I lost weight and were amazed. I was always the stereotypical fat funny nerd. I made self deprecating jokes about myself because it made others laugh and want to talk to me.
One year into losing weight and I dropped down to 140, kept going, and even got down to 130. I became addicted to losing weight and was anorexic. One week I didn’t eat, causing severe drowsiness and nausea. After I hit 140, I began to take care of myself and socialize more.
Here are some things I’ve learned
People DO treat you differently based on appearance, it’s sad but true. Your appearance is your most important first impression, and it doesn’t help that younger adults are shallow.
I lost weight TOO fast. I was losing an average of 3 pounds a week. I refused to drink water and replaced it with diet soda to tame my sugar cravings.
Losing weight doesn’t solve all your problems. I spent another year building my social life, and overcoming my depression and anxiety due to my body dysmorphia.
My reasons to lose weight were horrible, making my personality wither and rot. I lost weight initially to look better, but as soon as I delved into the sexual realm, I became addicted. Maybe it’s the feeling of knowing that someone who would never have sex with you in the past, is head over heels. I still struggle with this, as I tie my sex life, and weight to my self esteem.
I am not happy with how I look, and I might never be happy, that’s okay. Knowing that I can progress how I look, makes me strive for something. Even if life is bad, I can always workout and lose weight. Something to live for when you’re at your lowest.
If anyone has any questions please ask! I’ll respond to any of them.
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