I'm going to go into a little detail since this is a throwaway.
I couldn't stand for more than a minute. I sure as hell couldn't grocery shop, walk around, enjoy life. Getting out of chairs? I thought me knees would explode.
I could not wipe my own ass. Dead. Fucking. Serious. When I had to go, I would plan to have clean underwear handy, then I would immediately wash the current soiled pair. I devolved into a miserable and shitty (maybe pun intended) lifestyle.
Then I got COVID. I spent a week in ICU on a bipap. Obviously morbidly obese, high blood pressure, Type 2 Diabetes.... I have no idea how I survived.
Immediately after my release, I made some changes. I used to drink two Monsters a day, and I'd doordash two to three times a day. Now I'm down from 455 to 385. Reversed the diabetes. Blood pressure is controlled (albeit medically). It's a hell of a start, but I've plateaued. Thankfully I haven't seen the numbers go up, but they haven't gone down in a month or so, and it's depressing me a little bit.
I will admit that I haven't cut my intake as severely as I did initially. I've lost some of that discipline I had at the beginning. I don't eat like garbage like I did before, but I'm clearly not reducing my caloric intake enough.
I guess I just need a little support is all. I know I can do it. I've lost 70 fucking pounds. What's another 150, right? Fuck, I've got a long way to go...
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