I am 43lbs down since June but still at a high 273 (5'7, 30 y/o female) with another 100lbs+ to lose. Which is fine. I know I'm doing well on paper, the weight is dropping, I'm overcoming my BED (3 months, 17 days binge free!) and I'm not struggling keeping within my deficit.
But I took some progress photos today and I just...don't feel good. I can't tell I've dropped anything and can't even pinpoint where I could be smaller.
My sister bought me a shirt from a show we went to a couple weeks ago - XL's being their biggest size. I felt ashamed that I'd never fit into it - but surprise, I tried it on yesterday and it fits perfectly. I want this to be proof to me that things are working and I am getting smaller- but it's not bringing me joy. When I look at the progress photos I took today, I just see...a giant, bumps and ugly marks all over the excess mass. I don't hate myself, I'm just...let down that I'm seeing all the pay off I should except in what I see with my own eyes.
How can I pat myself on the back and congratulate myself when I can't see the physical changes? I want to feel proud of my hard work but I feel nothing?
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