I am though. I see lots of people doing this 2009/2019 post and frankly if I posted one I’d be so ashamed. I was roughly 246lbs and now I’m 465lbs. My life has gone to shit. Food has ruined the last decade of my life. I’m now in an ldr with a girl I’ve been with for 3 years and she’s reaching her wits end with my food addiction. She’s tired of watching me lull myself. I had some moderate success last year with IF and fell of the wagon. I’ve been struggling to stay committed to anything in the last 6 months since I moved 1,000 miles away from her. I woke up today and had that spark of resolve. You all know what it feels like. That spark that comes when it wants to where you say I’m going to do this. So I spent today blowing it out. I ate so much today. I just finished eating the last things I had left and I’m absolutely miserable. I’ve got groceries in the fridge, a plan to do start with 14:10 IF and keto. I had done IF and OMAD with no food restrictions so I figured I’d go a step further. I’m honestly going to probably have a thanksgiving meal and that’ll be it. I’ve got a week off early next month that’ll be a great opportunity to focus on my diet. I’m tired of waking up in pain from the pressure of my body’s weight on the side I’m sleeping on. I’m tired of honking the horn in my car sometimes when I get in the car. I don’t want to die from this. I’m scared. Hopefully the next time I post here it’s in a better place.
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