Hey people, of this Sub Reddit. I'd like to share with you all my weight loss story, because in a sense I feel somewhat of an obrigation to do so - as I doubted it was actually possible for so many years of my life.
- I'd like to apologize for any spelling mistakes, and I would also like to mention that I do not endorse or recommend any of the methods of weight loss that I used without first consulting a professional.
- IF YOU WANT TO SKIP TO THE ACTUAL WEIGHT LOSS, I'LL MARK THE SECTION. First I'll start by giving some context.
My story:
I want to start this by explaining the genetics. Although my mother's family have a rather low record of overweight members, basically everyone on my dad's side is obese, and that has haunted me since I was born. I'm much more like my father, and therefore when I was 5-6 years old, you could already see the chubbyness making its initial appereance.
The problem is, I gain weight so, so, so freaking fast. If you are like me, and you tell people that exact same thing, and they just say that 'you don't exercise enough, blah, blah', and it pisses you off, I totally understand you. I used to be more active and I used to eat better than most my friends during my childhood, and I was the chubby one. It is not fair, but then, life isn't fair.
Once a chubby highschool friend of mine came back from vacation, and he had lost so much weight. 'I just cut down soda and fried stuff', he said. I, however, was burning with envyness - afterall I don't drink soda and I don't eat fried food. How can I be fatter than him?
From 6 to 18 my mother took me to doctors, weightloss programs, and the interesting part was, I was never obese, just chubby. They all said I had to be carefull otherwise I'd become obese before my twenties - but what they told me to do never worked and I could never keep doing things that didn't take me anywhere.
Being overweight during your teenage years might just be the worse thing a young person can go through. That's why even though I believe 'fat acceptance' shouldn't exist, neither should 'fat shamming.' Specially as a boy, you just have ZERO CONFIDENCE in yourself, you have no ground to stand upon, you have nothing but words - if you feel you are even worthy of them.
During this time, I had many streaks of dieting and exercise, usually when I started to fall for a girl. It was always the same: I started to like a girl and immediately the thoughts of my digusting fat body blocked me from even thinking about reaching her, then the dieting began - I cut every single carb and sugar and exercise like a maniac every day. Sure after a month or two you could see the results, but I counted the minutes till I could rest, I couldn't live dieting like that - so obviously, as expected the next step came: I gave up and in weeks I gained all the weight back again.
But as the school ended, so did most of my relationships, and so did my social need to lose weight (this is very key to later on). Working/Studying from home, I started getting bigger... Soon came the worst year of my life: my grandfather had gotten sick, and throughout that whole year I took care of him as I watched him die.
Later came depression and with it finally: obesity.
Now, I do not weigh myself, neither do I took pictures, so I can't prove that I got freaking big, but I did.
I just completely let myself go, I saw no reason not to.
>>>>> How I actually lost weight for real <<<<<
It all started with routine examns, in which my doctor found that my liver was beginning to suffer from my obesity. Fun fact about me, I am extremely hypochondriac and it's something I've been treating for sometime now. I went to a specialist and he said I wasn't dying, but that he recommended that I lost weight, otherwise the future was waiting me with major health issues.
Something then clicked on me, it clicked like never before. It wasn't like one of those times that I had promise I'd become thin, it was something else.
Now looking back I finally understand. It was the first time that it was actually about me. Allow me to explain:
Some people can simply get enough motivation to lose weight simply because they want to look good, they want to be more desirable, they want to be attractive. They can lose it because of a challenge, because they are bored, because of whatever reason. But there's ones like me (and you, if you think you are like me). I'm quiet, antisocial, I work from home. I don't like going out, I don't like others to really see me. And that creates the perfect little bubble of fat that I can live inside. Why bother?
That's why it took me 22 years to find a way, because it took a real reason, a powerful reason. It had to be just about me, not about others and how they'd see me. It could not be about ''but son, all girls will want you if you lose weight, look how handsome you are''.
That doctor saying that if I kept my lifestyle that way, that I would have major issues... I just saw myself 10 years later, lying on a hospital bed, making examns, trying to figure out how to fix the mess I had made. And that's when I saw the way out, that was when I suddenly understood how easy it could be.
There was no need for suffering, no need for dragging myself through the gym's floor. I then studied every diet and everything weightloss related I could for weeks on end. And I did something I had never done before, I took advice from ex-obese people. All of my life I was listening to those thin professionals, that have no actual idea how it really is to be fat (and honestely, if you were never fat and you try to help us fat people, I appreciate your effort, but just please keep in mind you'll never really understand).
I then heard of a guy that really reminded me of myself, looking at his story it was like looking at a mirror - except he had walked through that mirror and beyond - he had done it. Done the impossible, he wasn't fat anymore. It became clear to me I had to do what he did. Keto + Intermittent Fasting + Meal Prepping - probably one of the scariest thing a obese guy could dream about. And sure, if that was any other time I would have been scary. However it just wasn't. I bought my meal prepping gear, and started.
Carbohydrates? Out.
Sugar? Out.
Cheat day? Absolutely not.
Snacks? Never. Two meals a day, dark coffee in between.
This way I had completely killed every possibility of cheating out of the diet. The keto made sure I couldn't put a gram of carbs on my mouth, the meal prepping took care of overeating and the fasting made sure I wouldn't eat before going to bed or during the morning.
For the first time I was keeping it going, there was no suffering. I enjoyed the feeling of feeling healthy. I enjoyed being hungry, I enjoyed looking at my family's meal and knowing I was stronger than that. I enjoyed going to sleep knowing I was taking care of myself.
I'll never forget the day that I had to take the trash out and my pair of gigantic obese pants was drying. I had nothing else to wear, and something in my head said: try out the pants you used before all of this - before getting so big. I took it out of the closet: it was dusty and it looked so small, it almost reminded me of woman's skinny jeans. I just wasn't used to see something so much smaller being mine. Not believing in myself, I tried the pair of pants, only to find out they were actually loose.
I lost myself, I cried. I thought I was dreaming or that it wasn't really that much smaller. But it really was. I had done it.
My weight loss journey still hasn't ended, I'm still keeping the keto and fasting going and I feel no drive to stop. But I do want to say:
I know it feels impossible, for 22 years I believed it was - but that's just not the case. You just need the right 'click', and you will do it.
F*** being fat.
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