Not about my progress because that's actually going really good! Im 4.2 lbs down in about 10 days. I've been eating in a deficit and making sure to get between 7-10k steps a day. Today I scheduled my consultation and 2 free sessions with a personal trainer at the YMCA to start strength training... I am really proud of myself.
My parents, however, have both taken it upon themselves (at separate times) to remind me that my weight loss will slow down, or that the numbers on the scale don't matter cause I'm building muscle.... as if I don't already know that. I am 35 years old and have been fat since I was 8 years old. I got my first gym membership in 3rd grade and when that didn't work (because my mom never took me to the fkin gym), they bought me a weight watchers membership. I was the youngest person at every single meeting and it was honestly humiliating. I had to shop in the "husky" section (god that term is so much more hurtful than plus size)... Mind you, both of my parents are also fat and have been most of my life.
It's just so frustrating that neither one of them can just say "hey, good job" or God forbid "I'm proud of you"... I don't know why they both have to tune in with an "actually 🤓" every freaking time I do something for myself. I am also 11 months sober and my parents have both told me that I must not have been an actual alcoholic because I quit so easily and haven't relapsed. I almost drank myself to death last year, I had alcoholic hepatitis, sepsis, and my potassium was so low when I got to the hospital the doctor told me that if I had waited any longer I might have had a heart attack that I wouldn't have come back from. I absolutely was an alcoholic. I just feel like they both try to diminish me every time I work my ass off to better myself.
If you made it this far, thanks. I'm just ridiculously proud of myself for sticking to it and making a plan. Just here fishing for validation, I guess. 🤷♀️
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