Pardon my grammar (English is not my 1st language) If you ask me to choose between weight loss or friends I'd choose friends. But everything changed before my birthday, I've always had this feeling that my ex friends weren't very happy that I changed my lifestyle.
I told them that I wanted to lose weight in 2018 (I had complications high BP, cholesterol, pre diabetic, and arthritis), one of them said that I wouldn't commit to it, they were concerned that exercise and healthy diet might make me sick, and if something bad happens to me they'd just laugh at me.
3 months in I was rushed to the ER because of a fever caused by stress (work stuff not because of the workout and diets) the doctor run a blood test, everything was fine I'm free from all of those things. I didn't tell them, because I know that they would say something mean to me. After around 2 days of meds, I was already 100% again, back to working out and stuff. I decided to tell them what happened. They were kinda mad that I was hiding this from them, but I told them that it wasn't caused by my workout and stuff, the workout and diet actually helped me with my complications. They weren't happy, they said that if I die because of this, they wouldn't even care.
Fast forward to July 1st 2020, I decided to cut them off because I couldn't take it anymore, the mental abuse is more than just on my "lifestyle" anymore, it was almost like they wanted to paint me as the stupid guy, it was constant jabs here and there, even when I tried to date someone they were like "really? Will it work with your insecurities?". Now I know that they're not real friends, real friends encourage each other to be better instead of taking them down by saying "iTs ToUgH LoVe".
Sorry if I sound mad, but idk, it hurts I guess. K thanks for reading.bye.
[link] [comments]
from loseit - Lose the Fat https://ift.tt/30jDEig
No comments:
Post a Comment