Recently my motivation for staying on track of exercise and CICO has tanked to an all-time low, as it feels almost impossible to lose weight and get fit in such a hostile environment as my household.
For context, I am 19, and living with my family while in college. My family is extremely deep into "fat activism" and by that I mean that they believe it's all genetics, and that being fat is some kind of beautiful thing. While I can't change their life, I wanted to change mine, as I can see the horrendous affects it's had on their bodies. But doing so feels so hard when every dinner I'm offered a myriad of chips, ice creams, chocolates, cakes, etc. At any given time, our freezer is stocked with 3-4 gallon tubs of ice cream, our cabinets with some assemblage of boxed treats like Nutty Butties and Hostess deserts, as well as a cake, frosted bread or other treat on the counter that they either baked or bought themselves. Recently, my family came home with a TON of chips, 4 bags and maybe 5 Pringles cans. (And they still think it's genetic?) But my problems don't end there, in the past few months I've cut off the ice cream, pop tarts, and drastically reduced the kind of junk food I was so conditioned to thinking was needed to feel happy after dinner. However, there's only so much I can refuse before I get weird looks and angry remarks, Dieting, fitness, and general weight consciousness is HEAVILY looked down upon, and health is ignored. I hear shitty comments behind my back when I exercise, I hear my sisters tell my mom that her being 300+ pounds isn't what broke the couch or hurts her ankles, and that it's really just allergies making her knees unable to lift her up without severe pain. Avoiding junk food is barely possible around them, and I cannot express to them my goals or how hard I've been working on them, so recently it's lead me to briefly lose will each day, sometimes making me fall back into my worst habits and sugar cravings (Small candies are my weakness) and I end up undoing all of my progress, since it just feels too impossible in that moment to keep trying. I don't want to negate all blame, as I'm obviously the one losing will here, but damn, how do I get out of this? How can I keep this up when I'm putting in so much work of daily exercise, research and calorie counting, only to have it undone by a giant cake slice I'm not allowed to refuse? It's tiring.
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