23/F/5'7". I was one of these kids who believed that being fat was just... my destiny. That I was genetically wired to be fat and couldn't do anything to change it. Name a fatlogic myth, I believed it. One day, however, I decided to at least try. And once I realized that the only thing holding me back was... well, me, I really gave it my all. I shed my fatlogic, stopped eating like shit, stopped seeing the gym as a torture palace.
I started my weight loss journey at 174lbs in 2017. By the end of the year I was at 130lbs, looking and feeling great, and I was never happier.
Then I went through a nasty break-up, issues with a close friend who was diagnosed with a crippling mental health disorder, a major career change and some more nasty things in my private life. Turned to food for comfort. Stopped going to the gym regularly. Spent some weeks in bed. Today, too, was one of these days where I just stayed at home stuffing my face completely apathetic.
I. Don't. Want. This.
I'm at 154lbs now, and I'm determined to get back to my 130. Being depressed sucks, but it's no excuse. I know I'll feel better when I'm back to my old rhythm and motivation, and I do enjoy working out--it's just that it's so hard to even get up right now. Same with food. I love eating healthy and cooking great stuff- it's just hard not to give in to the temptations of comfort food right now. I also miss my sport of choice--aerial, which is just easier to do when you're not as heavy.
Well, today's a Sunday. Tomorrow the new week begins. Loseit, in the best times of my weight loss journey, I read you guys' posts like a bible but never posted anything.
Hold me accountable, will ya?
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