Lost a member of my family to covid in may. Thought I was handling it but I wasn’t. Was at my lowest weight which I maintained for a month after their death. Went from 304 to 256 in 10 months and back up to 275+ in a couple months.
Was at the doctors 6 weeks ago and they weighed me and the new doctor gave me the talk about being obese. I wanted to scream that I was on track to be below obese by Christmas. But I was so depressed I didn’t even know why I was putting on the weight.
Food is a powerful drug and I am still recovering. Fortunately that visit I made a follow up for a physical (tomorrow) which gave me some positive motivation. Based on my weigh in tonight I’ll be somewhere in the 262-263 range tomorrow.
I’m really proud of myself for getting back on track after losing my shit to grief. Back on track physically AND mentally. Sadly it took me months to get there.
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