I’d love to hear your stories about how you got to where you are.

Hey all!

TW: Low self-esteem

I’ve been thinking a lot about my health lately, and every now and then I find myself reflecting on what led me to where I am now.

For context, I’m currently around 235 lbs, down from 310 lbs last year. I’m in my early twenties, supposedly my prime, lol.

I used to be fairly slim. I don’t really know how or why, but when I was around 17 to 19 I dropped a lot of weight and became kind of lean-ish. “Skinny-fat,” I guess you’d say. Visible ribs but still soft around the edges, love handles, chubby cheeks, the whole shebang. I was about 15 or 16 stone back then, and I think a lot of that weight loss came from what I didn’t realise at the time was depression. A bad childhood, an abusive relationship, and a job where I was on my feet for 8 hours a night all added up.

The worst part is realising that, back then, I could have done all the things I’m afraid to do now, like going to the gym. Everyone says no one’s judging you, but I still hate exercising in front of others because I worry about my form.

When I left that relationship and got my current job, I gained a little and went up to around 16.5 stone. It wasn’t really noticeable. Then I met my current (incredible, might I add) girlfriend. She didn’t like that I was surviving on one microwave meal a day, so she started cooking proper meals for me. They were hearty and sometimes healthy, but the important part is that she cared enough to make sure I was actually eating.

Last year, I hit a wall. I looked at myself in the mirror and realised I’d been neglecting myself. I decided something had to change, and with my usual mix of stubbornness and ADHD-level obsession, I went all in on what I now realise was a pretty extreme crash diet.

I cut my calories from 2400 down to 1400 overnight, and I stuck with it like my life depended on it. In six months, I lost 70 lbs and felt incredible. But I’ve been stuck at that 70-lb mark for a while now, and I’ve realised I need to start moving; to actually train, not just diet.

So I’ve decided: screw it. I’m going to start rucking, and I’m finally going to join the MMA gym I’ve been putting off for so long. I want to get into shape because my body deserves better than how I’ve treated it.

Looking back, I think what led me to get heavy again wasn’t just “laziness.” It was comfort, love, and losing track of balance. My girlfriend helped me eat again, but I didn’t yet know how to eat for the life I wanted.

Anyway, I just wanted to share this. I hope you’re all doing well, that you keep pushing forward, and that you have a genuinely good day. Give it to ‘em (whoever they are..?).

Thank you for reading this!

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