My whole life I can remember thinking I’m overweight. Reality was... I wasn’t. I probably sat at 150 at 5’7 almost all of high school. And a few years after I lost more weight when I found out I enjoyed exercise... not something I’d ever tried to do prior. And I made it to probably mid 130’s. I was content and happy. Shortly after I met my boyfriend. He was physically fit and enjoyed working out but then the weight piled on for both of us. He was laid off, and I became lazy and soon after, depressed and anxious. As a child though, I can remember my dad commenting on my appearance and telling me all these diet tips, my mom was alllllways dieting... even now I look back at pictures of myself at 17 and think “omg I can’t believe I thought I was obese”. But that’s because that’s what’s everyone around me led me to believe. Now I’m 220lbs, 5 years into my relationship and still really really struggling to combat my depression and anxiety. When I lost weight in my early twenties I would walk for 2 hours every day with my parents dogs, and now I can’t even bring myself to go out alone due to the fear of people judging me... on a simple walk... it sounds silly to type it. Covid has really aggravated my anxieties, but I take medication and go to therapy. My question is, how do you start? How do you go from barely moving to moving again?
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