30f, 6feet tall. sw approximately 430, gw 170, cw 257.
Ive been overweight my whole life, except for a year when i was 15 y/o. Was at my highest at 20 y/o, with my highest measured weight at 430 (after a cuople of weeks of dieting). Back then i had given up on everything and just drowned my depression in anything tasty. As it spiraled into chaos, the more i thougt it didnt matter, that i had reached the point of no return. Truth is, i was so scared of living, i thought trying to turn everything around wasnt worth it.
I have gotten help for my mental problems and for dealing with the weight loss. I am in a good place now - just need to vent.
Lost about 135 pounds in 10 years, including yoyoing, bingeing and maintenance. Last year i got my bingeing under control but when i turned 30 this winther, i knew it was time to step it up. Found this sub (this is my first post), started IF, moved on to OMAD, and am down 38 pounds in 2019.
I know i am on the right track, i am stronger, healtier than ive ever been in my adult life, and that i am going to reach my goal!
... but sometimes i just get so tired of it all...
the journey in itself is hard enough, without the wellmeaning weightloss/health advise, the everchanging wardrobe, the skin, the looks in my danceclass and gym because flubber is loose...
I try not to give a f*ck, but sometimes it all just gets to me.
Today i realised that i have to donate my favorite pants because they look like a sack of potatoes on me, didnt know wether to laugh or cry..
I know everything is changing to the better! and i know it is a marathon, not a sprint. Sometimes it just feels like its never going to end..
Can anyone relate?
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