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My stats: 22 year old female. Started at 230lbs (104 kg) posting at 145lbs (66 kg). Height is 165 cm.
Storytime: I wanted to be thinner than this when I finally made this post but here we go.
Have you ever seen the biggest loser? You know, the heaviest people that you can imagine all competing to see who can lose the most weight. Now, those people were obese. Sure I was a bit chubby but not biggest loser fat. Then a contestant steps up to the scales... She weighs less than me.
That was about when I realised I wasn't just pudgy. I was obese.
I'd lost weight in the past so I already knew the tools I needed. I downloaded MyFitnessPal, was aghast to see that now that I'm over 18 I have to eat less than I did on a diet in my youth, and off I went.
By this point I could barely walk. Imagine, a 20 year old girl, unable to fucking do a lap of the house because my body was: one- goddamn heavy, two- had the structural integrity of a bowl of semi solidified jelly, three- in extreme pain from a herniated disc.
I started simple. No exercise, cause I hate that icky stuff and the way my lungs burn from the inside out. Just eat a little bit less. Nobody needs over 2000 goddamn calories a day.
Going well, occasionally eating way under 1200 cals because I'm an idiot and thought it would be faster (it wasn't, don't). Then my friend invites me to try pole dancing with her. You mean the thing where you need to be half naked and have a pretty face? Hell fucking no. I reapect the vibes but I don't have the confidence for that. But I was starved for friends and my friend who wanted to go was heavier than me, so why not just try it?
I watched some videos online. And that was when I saw Bendy Kate's 2014 UK PPC Performance . Holy shit balls, I had never seen a woman that strong before. She couldn't just walk without limping, she could flip, fling herself through the air, she could fly.
I was well enough to walk with some limping and difficulty now. I went to my first pole dance class with my friend. Holy shit, I had never been so bruised and battered in my life. The pole burns your skin as you put your weight on it. I woke up the next day absolutely destroyed. Every muscle in my body ached just like my lungs would in the past, but this time I liked it. Every bruise, every second of pain was all a reminder of what it felt like to channel all my negative emotion into the music. Before I couldn't even walk and now I could fly.
My depression disappeared as the weeks went on. Somehow now being a dancer had become part of my identity. There was honestly, and still is, nothing cooler to me than a dancer. A strong girl who can move however she wants whenever she wants.
I made friends with a female boxer at my workplace who was really awesome and was always happy to give me work out advice. Though, she was younger than me, honestly, she was someone I looked up to. I started lifting weights to help my dance and got the same awesome burning feeling in my muscles from that
Got down to about 68 kg.
Then I got my stupid heart broken 10 months ago. Honestly it was the worst pain in my life and I didn't know how to deal with it and still don't. I stopped dancing, which only made things worse. Slipped back into my old ways. My weight went up but I didn't want to know how much.
This was the decisive moment for me. Was I going to undo all my progress? It took me a week to gather up the courage, but I stepped on the scale. 71. Yikes. Now I have my dumbass heart broken and I'm even chubbier. I can't even bring myself to smile, I'm way too emotionally unstable to weigh my Cheetos.
But hey, that was ok. Just maintain. You know what 100 grams of steak looks like now. You remember how 200 grams of chips look on a plate. Use that knowledge and just maintain. This was the key to my success I think. Obviously you're going to have shitty moments. But just do what you can to not completely lose yourself or go backwards. Don't make excuses or let everything go completely. No matter how sad you are nobody needs a whole tub of ice cream.
During the time I wasn't working out my herniated disc came back with a vengeance. But I got back to working out, slowly, and after months of excruciating pain its gone away again.
Now I'm 66kg. Seeing the beginnings of abs starting to develop, and not too focused on the scale number anymore. I'll check once in awhile, to make sure nothing crazy happens. But main focus is 1200 cals and 30 mins of exercise a day. Back to dance as soon as covid-19 resolves and about to start studying a double degree in engineering!
My advice to those starting out: Eat less is literally all the advice you need. Once you've figured out how to use scoobys calorie calculator, bought food scales, and downloaded my fitness pal you're done. From then on it's just willpower and the determination to reprogram years of food = happiness. When you're ready find a form of exercise you love so much you'd die without it. It exists.
Please don't look at my nerdy room. Sorry for the long post. Rules of the sub specify I need to be specific.
TLDR: Nobody needs obscene amounts of food, everybody has an exercise they enjoy they just haven't found it yet. If you're going to fall off the wagon, hold onto the back and just let it drag you along for a bit, you don't need to drive.
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