At my biggest I was 265. I managed to go down to 194.6. It definitely wasn’t what I expected. It was hard at first (super hard) but I got the hang of it pretty quickly. When I hit my goal weight, I didn’t even realize just how much I had lost until I went clothes shopping. The lady asked me what size I was and when I realized I didn’t know, she picked out some things for me. I was like “Me? Fit in a 1x? No way.” And sure enough, I was an effing 1x! I danced and twirled; the feeling was amazing.
It wasn’t all good things though. My fat family wasn’t supportive of me starting a diet; they’d often order fast food for dinner and say things like “are you suuuuuure?”
I wasn’t expecting so many people to be unsupportive; people would offer me “bad” food constantly and rationalize it with “you’ve been good, you can have a treat” or “it’s just a (insert food here)” or “oh you can cheat every once in a while”. With me every once in a while turns into repetition and people didn’t realize that so many other people were doing this. If I had a treat for every time someone said I should have one, I’d be even fatter!
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