Over the past almost 2 years life has dealt me every single bad/unlucky card that exists under the sun, except for a terminal illness. Somehow though, during these two years I’ve relied on exercise and healthy eating to almost an obsessive level.
I know I’ve done this since this is the only area of my life that I had any control over, and the ONLY area I got any sort of gratification and reward out of. Consequently I’m in the absolutely best shape of my life, and according to my doctor I’m in very good physical health.
I’ve also never been more depressed and hopeless and I feel like 25 is a prison sentence that’s waiting for me, or a train I’m about to be hit by. I thoroughly believe that my best years are behind me, and I have nothing going for me in my life right now.
I’m celebrating all of my fitness goals, and yet I’m not happy.
When I started, I stupidly thought that if I get to X weight I’d be so happy. If I had a flat stomach and toned arms that would be what’s missing.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that weight/shape/how you look will never be the answer that solves everything. So don’t be so hard on yourself. If you’re lucky enough to have other things going for you in your life, hold on to them and be proud and happy, regardless of how much weight you still have to lose/gain...
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