I can't even begin to say how mortified I am. I was at a friends house for their graduation this weekend and last night the bed I slept in was fine. Today after the party I napped and when I woke up and started to sit up the bed collapsed. The bedroom was upstairs and everyone downstairs heard it. My wife came up first followed by her friend. Worse yet this bed frame was supposedly "antique" and a good find her friend had came across. I was hovering around 300 for a while but recently have tacked on an extra 50 pounds. I was so mortified I immedialty decided I was leaving and got a room at a nearby hotel without talking to anyone except my wife. I'm currently in said hotel room waiting for my wife to arrive and I have no idea how to express to have her understand how I'm feeling. This is the most embarrassed I have ever been and I'd like to just crawl into a hole somewhere. I guess this is what rock bottom feels like? I've had this lack of motivation to do anything like work out and easily go into an "I don't care" mode about my food intake. I sorta know how to eat healthy ish and I have worked out and had a good schedule of going to the gym before, even getting under 300 at a point. I'm not sure what to do or even where to start. Rant over. Thanks for reading. I wish you the best
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