After 4 and a half months of eating right and getting to the gym 5 days a week, I’ve dropped my 40th pound. I’m absolutely ecstatic.
I started packing on weight when I got to college and didn’t have the self control necessary to not overeat when I was the one buying my own food. The pandemic didn’t help, and tearing up my knee enough to require surgery didn’t help either - I must have put on an extra 15lbs when I was recovering from that alone.
After a year of being disgusted by what I saw in the mirror, being increasingly depressed by how I viewed myself and how other people treated me, and taking an absolute spiral, I decided to flip the switch. Fewer calories, more protein. Taking care of all my micronutrients. Progressive overload at the gym.
At first I was doing this solely for appearance’s sake. Slowly, but surely, I changed that mindset. My knees, always having been a problem due to my height and frame, have never felt better. Old shoulder injuries aren’t bothering me. The default for my day is no longer crushing depression and feeling like shit. And I’m coming to take my self esteem from my accomplishments rather than my weight.
Thought I’d share this on here because I don’t feel comfortable bragging about it in real life.
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source https://www.reddit.com/r/loseit/comments/vpgk5t/down_40_pounds/
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