So, a small introduction to myself. Im currently a 20 year old guy, and have been struggling with weight issues pretty much my entire life. I was a pretty heavy kid, but stayed mostly nonchalant about my weight issues, very comfortable about being the token fat friend of my clique. I took jokes and jibes about my weight in jest, and didn't really mind the obvious risks and issues that were cropping up because of my obesity.
Then in 2016, a number of factors (an upcoming family wedding, crushes and the desire to maintain a 'normal' instagram account) finally made me take weight loss seriously. I went on an extremely dangerous crash diet, (only one bowl of oats per day) supplanted by the ocassional workout session. I was so fucking happy with my progress, losing 30kgs in the span of three months. I was not just thin, i was skinny.
The newfound attention, constant compliments and ability to wear pretty much anything I wanted without fearing my belly or manboobs jiggling about felt GOOD. Predictably over the next few years, my weight fluctuated in a span about 10 kgs or so, thanks to my stress eating habits. Things were still okay tho, everytime i found myself getting heavier I was able to control my diet well and bring things back to normal.
That was until 2020 and Covid happened. My hobbies at the time were primarily urban exploring with my friends, and with the lockdown taking that privilege away from me, I found myself at home, spending a lot more time with my pantry and fridge than ever. This, combined with my stress eating and the mindset of 'treat yourself, it's a pandemic after all.' caused me to balloon up about 15 kgs. I was pretty devastated, but thought that I was pretty much at rock bottom and could only go up from there. Boy, I couldn't have been more wrong.
I was involved a failed relationship over the next few months after that, and all the overthinking there made me stress eat like an idiot with a vengeance. and bam, another 15 kgs. Just like that, back to square fucking one. All the effort, the times i starved myself wasted. Really no one to blame but myself.
And man, let me tell you, the feeling of slowly starting to hear the jibes and jokes you thought you'd never have to face again sucks big time Losing access to your clothes is a pretty surreal feeling, 90% of my wardrobe would simply rip if i wore them now.
In the past few months I've constantly made promises to myself that I'd lose weight again, and all of them ended unceremoniously within a few hours. The allure of a cheesy burger and ice cold coke when life got tough was too much to resist. It's a pretty vicious cycle.
But today, as i decided to walk around my neighbourhood, things feel especially bad. Sweating heavily within the span of a few minutes of going outside, the shitty indigestion sensation from last night's binging and just feeling heavier in general wore me down. It was then I remembered this community on reddit. I've actually posted here before from my main account when I was going about my previous (succesful) weight loss conquests and y'all have been nothing but helpful, supportive and sweet.
So here I am again, down in the drumps yet motivated to start it all again. This post is meant for accountability and motivation, knowing that people from one of the most inspiring communities on the site might read this and root for me. I won't let you down reddit. I promise to be back here soon with transformation pictures and a weight loss memoire. I had enough of this shit, its time to be myself again.
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