Five years ago I was in the best shape of my life. I was 125 lbs and weight lifted two hours most days of the week. I had abs and energy for days.
I was also depressed out of my mind.
During this time, I had no friends and was working two dead end jobs to save up for college. I worked out to distract myself from being lonely. I had a diet that dictated when, how much, and of what I could eat every day. I looked great. But my depression and eating disorder left me empty inside and full of worthlessness.
Since then, I have had a lot of issues surrounding working out and diet. I’m the kind of person to get obsessive about an activity when it becomes “my thing”. College, a husband, and life happened (excuses) and I gained a shit ton of weight. As in, I refused to accept until today that I had let myself become obese. Obese. I used to be so fit.
Well I talked with my husband about it. We love to cook dinner together to decompress. They tend to be restaurant-level good kind of meals (not to toot my own horn but... toot toot). I started intermittent fasting so the bulk of my calories can come from the dinners we cook so I don’t feel cheated from a good meal. My calories are 1200-1300. I started lifting again. I feel healthy. I make sure I’m doing my girls nights out and that I have hobbies above losing weight. And it feels sustainable. I feel ok. I’m still terrified of slipping up and going back to my ED. But I’m proud of my progress. Mentally and physically :)
20 more pounds to go!
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