2,277 calories...

... is the number of calories i’ve eaten in the last week that were derived 100% from unnecessary treats — cookies, ice cream, chocolate, a cinnamon roll, donut, etc. I’ve been plateauing with weight loss and I decided today to actually look how I’m spending my calories because if I’m doing one thing right it’s being brutally honest and logging everything!!

2277 calories — that’s 0.65 lbs! That I ate solely in treats I didn’t need..

.. but folks, I have a SERIOUS sugar addiction. I want to give it up, no actually, I dont, I want to reduce it to a reasonable amount. But I fear that the only way to get ahold of my sugar addiction is to go cold turkey and quite frankly I DONT WANT TO!!!(throwing an epic tantrum here!)

So I’m a bit stuck. If anyone has words of wisdom please impart them.

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NSV: The emergency vet didn’t recognize me

TLDR at the bottom

I’ve lost .2lbs shy of 85lbs since February 2018, and just over 56lbs of that was lost since November 2019. I’m just over 5lbs away from a healthy BMI, and just 25 away from my goal weight, it feels so good! Weight loss has been awesome, but the overall improvement in my health has been even better. I have a couple of chronic illnesses, and addressing them has been my primary goal, weight loss is actually just a pleasant symptom of the lifestyle I have to follow in order to reduce the impact of my illnesses on my life.

Last summer, I got a puppy, and he’s nearly a year old now. He’s been great for my weight loss and recovery. During a flare, when I wouldn’t usually want to get out of bed, go for a walk, or move at all, I know that someone I love is relying on me to care for him, give him a workout, and make sure he has a good day even if my day is shit. Best motivation in the world.

Unfortunately, he’s needed to go to the emergency vet on two occasions in his short life. When he was 5 months old, he got a nasty virus and needed to get immediate help in the middle of the night. We’re lucky to be only a few miles away from a great 24hour animal hospital. He had to be hospitalized for a few nights to get round the clock care. I visited him every night he was there and was lucky to be able to talk to the vet each time I went in.

This past week, we had an incident at the dog park where a poorly socialized dog bit my dog. We took him the emergency vet again, since our regular vet couldn’t see him after their normal hours. I was happy when the same vet walked out to greet us. He even recognized my dog, called him by his name and remarked how big he got over the last 6months....but didn’t recognize me. He was openly confused about the situation. First he apologized because he “must have confused my dog with another of his patients of the same breed and age”. He double checked my dogs patient file and seemed even more puzzled. I thought maybe there was some type of clerical error that was tripping him up, and assumed he must just not remember me clearly since he sees so many owners and patients on a regular basis. Then he asked “Did your girlfriend, or maybe a sister or someone bring him in last time? And come visit him when he was hospitalized?”. I finally realized the problem, and told him that I’d been the one to drop off and visit my dog when he was sick the last time, and that I’d just lost some weight since we’d last spoken in person. He stared at me for a few seconds looking utterly baffled and exclaimed “WOW!” before apologizing profusely for not recognizing me and explaining that he hadn’t forgotten who I was because I was the only owner who’d ever visited their hospitalized pet so much. I told him not to apologize since it was probably one of the biggest compliments I’ve ever received. He helped my pup out and gave him some nice pain killers and antibiotics for his bite. We both left feeling a lot better than when we walked in.

This incident came at just the right time. I’m struggling with seeing my progress lately. I still feel like the fat girl who looks like she’s on her deathbed. I used to describe myself, quite accurately I think, as looking like a bloated corpse, and even though I’m no longer suffering from most of those symptoms that made me looks so awful, I still hold onto that image of myself. It feels really good to be unrecognizable, it forces me to accept that I don’t like look like that sick fat girl anymore, because I’m not her.

TLDR: Took dog to emergency vet when he was 5 months, took him back now that he’s almost a year old and vet didn’t recognize me due to my weight loss and health transformation.

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I feel beautiful and it's a strange feeling

Within the last year I have gone through a lot of life changes. The biggest one being able to learn to love myself. Before I started this journey I can only remember a couple of times where I wholeheartedly believed that I was beautiful. Now most days of the week I feel beautiful. I was putting on a sports bra yesterday and was just wearing high waisted leggings and the bra and I felt pretty damn confident, almost enough so to go work out in just a bra and leggings. This was a major realization for me. The weight loss helped my confidence but I made the decision to love myself. If I hadn't learned to love myself the weight loss would not have been enough for me to actually feel confident and happy with who I am. It's strange to say that I AM beautiful and mean it but I do, I really do.

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I joined the 160's club!! 5 lbs away from goal

Super excited this morning. I hit a weight loss plateau few months ago and gained like 6 lb in 2 months over the holidays. Joined at gym at the end of December, doing mostly HIIT and weight training. Today officially down 15 lbs and 6% in body fat. From 184 to 169. My goal weight is 165 so getting super close! I also got frustrated with the lack of progress in the midsection area and thought I'd be stuck with a permanent pooch. Since I changed my diet to high protein, low carb my weight began shifting pretty rapidly and I've lost 3" off my waist, so I'm super stoked about that! 🎉😁

NSFW http://imgur.com/E532ao3

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My weight loss story: Going from 350 lbs at 13 to 200 lbs at 15

Now, this is my first time on Reddit and I've wanted to get into some new communities so here I am. Anyways on to my story

Throughout my whole life, I was obese. I had type 2 diabetes and severe breathing issues at the age of 10. I turned to eating tons of unhealthy food due to my pain of not having my father in my life. At the age of 13, I ballooned up to 350 lbs. I wasn't happy in life, I didn't get experience the same as my peers. I was severely bullied throughout my whole life for my weight. I was slowly killing myself with my diet. I've been in the hospital multiple times for having asthma attacks. I knew I had to make a change or I could die at a young age. Doctors had been telling me that for years. So I started my journey, I went through ups and downs. I started going to the gym and lifting. Started doing cardio and eating at a caloric deficit. I've used the pain of my childhood to motivate me into becoming a better person. I'm gonna keep grinding and I want to spread my story. Love Y'all 💪

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My hips might lie, but the button-down won't

I've had this one button-down shirt for a good ten years -- I like it almost as much as I hate shopping. When I first bought it, it was snug. I could barely button it all the way up, but I intended to wear it half-buttoned over a tank top anyway (it was a *look*, okay?).

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As the years went on, it got tighter -- or more specifically, I got bigger. And finally, I had to retire the shirt to the back of my closet, where I hoped I would someday be able to recover it, along with my health and my pride.

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When I dug it out a few months ago, during a mid-winter cleaning, I didn't dwell much on it. "I love this shirt!" I thought, willfully ignoring my creeping fear it still wouldn't fit.

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A word about my weight loss: after a series of trying and failing and regaining and trying and becoming obsessive and an ancient history of disordered eating, I had decided to try something new this time -- I don't track calories. Not in the "I just make sure I eat *healthy*" or the "I'm in total denial about my diet" way, but in the "I generally keep track of calories in my head and I might quickly Google a rough calorie count before a fancy dinner, but I don't record them anywhere and I don't have a log I can obsess over " way.

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I also don't weigh myself, which still takes some getting used to -- it forces me to be accountable for what I ate, because the scale won't tell me the truth. I feel like less of a slave to a number, but sometimes it's hard to feel confident in my weight loss. (*I think this dress used to be tighter. Did it stretch out or did I lose weight?*) Sometimes I catch myself in the mirror, surprised, and for a rare fleeting moment see how my face and body have changed.

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I'm currently going through a period where I'm a bit insecure about it all. It's hard for me to see the changes I recognize are happening (I know my cheekbones are more prominent because now I suddenly understand where contouring is supposed to go; I know my wrists are thinner because I had to adjust my FitBit down a notch). I usually look in the mirror, confused and frustrated as to why I'm still fat.

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Today I put on that old button-down, as I have many times before, but this time I realized something. Buttoning it up, I looked down -- and through the neck of my shirt, could see the floor. I finished buttoning it, and gathered the extra fabric -- entire inches -- in front of me. It was clearly too big on me. This shirt that barely fit when I bought it, that got banished to the back of my closet when I gained weight, is too big.

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Looking in the mirror, I still don't see a difference, but the shirt doesn't lie. Have any of you had an experience like this?

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It finally happened. After a 7 year journey I am officially a HEALTHY weight!

It has actually happened. Something which I never thought would, I am officially at a healthy BMI!!!.

My weight loss journey started a good 7 years ago when at 15st plus (it took me a little while to pluck up the courage to weigh myself so I definitely was higher than that). It was an incredibly low time in my life and at 5ft 2 (female) I was very obese. Then one day my body decided it didn’t want to tolerate gluten any more and my weight loss journey began.

Because of the intolerance I was forced to look at everything I was eating. It was not a pretty sight. This made me evaluate everything and I decided enough was enough I was going to get healthy. I downloaded the couch to 5k app and MFP and for a year I didn’t look back. I went from literally struggling to jog for 30 seconds to running 5k everyday for 50 days. I managed to get to touching distance of my healthy BMI but fell pregnant with a few lbs to go.

I actually did ok whilst being pregnant and didn’t gain much additional weight but the wheels came off after my son was born. I found the first 6 months very very tough and I put on probably 1.5 to 2 stone and then fell pregnant again. It wasn’t until 1 year ago I decided I needed to get back with it.

I joined a gym and set myself a challenge to run a half marathon last year. I managed to lose 1 stone but it wasn’t until I started counting my calories again that everything fell back into place and I can honestly say I am the happiest I have ever been. I am doing a good variety of classes which I enjoy and put myself out there to make friends with people at the gym. I am not cutting out food just trying to not eat in excess and I am now 9st 8lbs and do not think my journey is over.

It’s taken a long time and I honestly thought I would never get here but I am bloody happy I am!!! Never give up!

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