Weight loss: What Changes Once You Binge |
- What Changes Once You Binge
- I (F26) have lost over 50 pounds and am gaining my life back
- [M23] I have lost 95 lbs over 16 months while building a house.
- I (31F) am trying to get my life back
- I'm finally ready to change
- How everything became about my weight when I tried to respect the social distancing
- It's not a competition...a cautionary tale
- I'm losing weight at a reasonable rate, but things just keep getting worse.
- When I notice my body parts getting smaller it makes me feel insecure and scared
- I was never a healthy eater/NSV
- Don't tell your children they'll "grow out of it"
- Wow! Against all odds, I’ve lost over 40 pounds over the last 2.5 years, about 2/3 of which has just been this year to date. This is my story.
- What advice would you give to someone who doesn’t have a lot to lose (>20 pounds) but keeps self-sabotaging when they are so close?
- I FINALLY REJOINED THE ONEDER CLUB!
- Fell off the wagon for three weeks, feel like gained it all back, help!
- Hello, void. Still on that horse.
- Feet started hurting while running, and now I'm realizing I might be a shoe size smaller. Anyone else notice smaller feet after losing weight?
- I have gained back 55 lbs after losing 120 lbs
- What little changes in your life and how you see things happen when you lose weight?
- Getting back at it! Holding myself accountable
- I desperately need help and have no one to talk to about it
- 30 Day Accountability Challenge - Day 25
- Tired of feeling invisible next to my friends
- During quarantine, I gained weight... then lost it... and then gained it back.
| Posted: 25 Aug 2020 08:32 AM PDT I'm having a fairly discouraging day. A few things happened which are totally beyond my control. I have 47 days straight of no bingeing and staying under my calories for the day. But right about now I feel like putting on a bra and driving to the store and picking up ice cream, Oreos, Cheetos and potato chips. So I reached out to my support group and one of them told me this story. She said when she was quitting smoking, she had a really bad day and told HER quit-smoking support group that she was going to have a cigarette. And that person told her this: "Go ahead and smoke that cigarette. After you do, your mother will still be senile, you will still be living by yourself and trying to sell your house, your brother will be an alcoholic, and you will be a smoker. And that will be so much better. Right?" So I'm not going to the grocery. I'm going to stay under my calories today and keep moving forward. I can't change the stresses around me that are beyond my control. I can only change my response to them. And my response has to change, because if nothing changes, then nothing changes. Edited: I treated myself to a day off work (I am self employed and I can do that). I made myself my Greek yogurt smoothie for lunch and it was so good on a hot day. I am so thankful for the opportunity to post in this sub and both find support and give it. [link] [comments] |
| I (F26) have lost over 50 pounds and am gaining my life back Posted: 25 Aug 2020 05:57 AM PDT F26, 5'7, SW: 287, CW: 233, GW: 171 I'm on mobile, not a native speaker and all of that stuff first. I have been struggling with my weight for a long time. I used to be an active kid and sports were a big part of my life. Growing up I forgot most of my hobbies and started to gain some weight. I also struggled with mental health issues and was in a really dark place for years. Therapy and good relationships have helped me to find joy again in my life but I realized that I'm morbidly obese after all those years I neglected myself. I lost my job in February and then COVID hit the world. I didn't have many job opportunities but tried my best to find something. In May I finally found a new job, something completely different than before. My new job is very physical and I was worried how I could handle it. I had so much motivation to get my life together so I chose to make it work. First weeks were so awful, I was in pain and constantly exhausted. After few weeks I stepped on a scale and realized that I had lost over 10 pounds. After few weeks the same had happened again. In July I started to watch what I eat. I do CICO and don't deny myself any food groups. Portion control is everything and with this amount of activity it's easy to see which foods boost your performance and which disturb it. I still have problems with getting enough protein but my diet is maybe better than ever before. Losing this weight feels so good. I do so much better at work and now I have energy left after workdays too. Carrying 50 pound objects feels so bad that I don't understand how I have ever managed to move around with all of my weight. I still have a really long way to go but I'm determined to reach my goals. I understand that I need to have plenty of activity in my life to feel good and be healthy. I don't plan to going back to office work since I have no idea of how I could be healthy in those kind of settings. And besides losing weight I have gained so much confidence, health and new friends from my new job that I'm really happy where I am today. Edit // Thank you all for you kind words and motivation. It feels so good that I have maybe given some motivation back to this community that helps us all on this right path. I will be back in the future and share more of my journey. [link] [comments] |
| [M23] I have lost 95 lbs over 16 months while building a house. Posted: 25 Aug 2020 03:13 PM PDT M23, 6'1", SW: 415, CW: 320, GW: 230 I really should have waited until i hit 100 lbs lost to post this, but I wanted to share too much. I've been It hit its apex when I ballooned over 400 pounds. I withdrew from my major for unrelated reasons, and moved from Arizona to Oregon with my parents. I had for years intended to move up here and build a house for my parents, who were retired. My father, who was a general contractor for most of his life, had developed health issues and worn knees over the years, so it was up to me to supply the labor and learn from him over the course of the build. We had help from family and friends at different stages, but it was irregular and they had other responsibilities, so it was just my Dad and I for the majority of the project. It was slow, but we have since moved in and are enjoying being out in nature. I took the move as an opportunity to start fresh. I grew a beard, and let my hair grow out, and the work improved my self-confidence. The weight loss snuck up on me, however. I intended to lose weight, but wasn't paying that much attention to it with all the work going on, and there were points where I wasn't eating too good out of convenience. By the time we moved in however, I had realized I had lost over 60 lbs. Doesn't seem like much for over a year, but I was ecstatic. Since then, I have taken it more seriously, and have dropped another 35 lbs in little over 3 months. I am feeling great. I went from fitting in a 5XL shirt down to a 3XL. My old pants fall off. I go on a mile walk each day now, and it feels casual. I spend a solid chunk of the day outside, instead of being sedentary indoors. My appetite has dropped, and I am eating at a reasonable level without any discomfort or inclination to eat more. I have lost 4 lbs in the last week alone. I am over half way to my goal weight of 230 lbs, and I am not stopping at this point. Once Covid has passed us, I fully intend to resume my education, hopefully down to my goal weight by then! [link] [comments] |
| I (31F) am trying to get my life back Posted: 25 Aug 2020 08:51 PM PDT I hope it's okay that I post this here, I just want to tell the story about my journey, and I'm also sorry for the format. I don't reddit too good. In 2016 I got my very first puppy, Sami. At 5'7, 265 lbs I had no idea how she would change my life. I started walking her when her energy got to be too much for me to deal with every day after work. I started walking for her, but before I knew it we were walking 3.5 miles every single day, and we both just loved it. From there I started looking at what I ate, and slowly starting weeding out the processed food and excess sugars, and eventually I stared running. By 2018 (a blink of an eye it seemed) I had lost 90 pounds! I was elated and so proud of myself, and I couldn't wait to see how far I could take my new life style. Then in June of 2018 my husband and I separated and the divorce became official in October of that year. Honestly that event fueled my fire to keep going and I started running every day, and cooking for myself became so much easier to eat better. It was just Sami and me against the world and the pavement. Then in 2019, just shy of her third birthday Sami got sick. We didn't know what was wrong with her for about a month, but by the time she was diagnosed with a fungal infection it had moved into her lungs and there wasn't much else that could be done that wouldn't leave her with permanent lung damage and a mountain of debt for yours truly. So February 27, 2019 I said goodbye to my best little friend. I was heart broken which lead to a few weeks of smoking and eating my feelings. I tried walking my roommates dog, but it just made me sad. It just wasn't the same as walking my girl. Mid March I started dating a wonderful and physically active man who helped me see that there was a light at the end of this particular tunnel. I remember feeling hopeful for the first time since Sami died that I could get a handle on my grief and funnel that through my exercise routine again. Then my world absolutely crashed around me. March 27, 2019 my mom called me to tell me she was outside my work and I need to come outside. She there delivered the news that my dad had taken his life the night before. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. Talk about eating my feelings, y'all. I bought a package of cookies that I kept by my bed, and every time I felt sad I'd eat a cookie(s) and cry. I went through a lot of cookies that first week, holy moly. As time went on, the easier it was to get out of bed, but the heavier my legs seemed to feel. I was in a pit of grief and I didn't know what else to do other than eat. So that's what I did, and my poor boyfriend just wanted to do what he could to make me happy, so he fed me. Without Sami I did not want to do much walking. I tried, but I hated every second of it. Walking the same streets that I once walked with Sami and my dad was just too painful, and even trying to walk a different route just felt like salt in a wound I wanted desperately to heal. That all went on for roughly a year and half, which brings me to my current situation. I'm now sitting on the couch which my now fiancé (getting married in October) and my four month old puppy, Gracie. Gracie and I started walking together after she healed from her spay surgery two weeks ago. We walk 2 miles in the mornings and two miles after work, trying to work on running again. The running is coming back more quickly than I had anticipated (probably because I quit smoking last July) which feels incredible. I'd probably gained 40 lbs back since Sami passed. I've never been one to keep regular track of my weight (I find it discourages me and isn't personally productive), but I can already see and feel a difference. I can't wait to not only get back to where I was post grief, but even beyond that. I want to be stronger and faster, both physically and emotionally. I'm seeing that same light I had seen before my dad passed, and I'm not letting it slip through my fingers again. Anyway, I hope all of your journeys are going well, and thanks for reading, if you made it through my novel. [link] [comments] |
| Posted: 25 Aug 2020 03:29 PM PDT I am a 33 yo female who was weighing in at 250 and 5'8". Anyway, a few days ago I stepped on the scale and realized I had lost 9 lbs. This was so exciting for me, especially because I was feeling super down because I honestly had thought I had gained weight and was disappointed in myself. Well, I've been working out and trying to eat less and a little healthier but I'm just so excited and I wanted to share. I don't have anyone to really workout with or share exciting sv ir nsv with. I hope it can be you guys! What keeps everyone motivated? I will just try to get to 230 for now because I don't want to discourage myself. [link] [comments] |
| How everything became about my weight when I tried to respect the social distancing Posted: 25 Aug 2020 08:45 AM PDT So...hi guys. I'm the one who usually shares her embarassing moments in this weightloss journey. It's not an easy thing to admit....but our shame and anxiety are one of the main things who usually hold us back from what we want to achieve...I try to beat that for myself, even though it's a hell of a job. I recently went on a small holiday, after months of huge panic and danger, I took all my safety measures and I went on a small trip. The trip included the seaside too, where I went for few days to (hopefully) enjoy the beautiful landscapes and feel good in my own skin I lost some weight since I started this journey thanks to this community. I struggle a lot, not gonna lie, but on a long term I know it will be worth it! So, the thing that I'll never understand is why people need to bring others down using the WEIGHT as a shameful, disgusting thing! Why do we need to feel this social pressure and hate and since when our weight defines our mind and soul? The beach I went to assured everyone of the social distancing rules and the safety norms, considering the world situation. I went in the morning and got a beach chair close to the sea (here it's a thing to rent these on some beaches) and I got something to read, watching the sunrise. Because they ensured social distancing, there were already-placed chairs on a specific distance between them, you couldn't chose another place except what they offered you. All good, few hours later, a very fit guy dragged his chair (his and his friends - all very fit and 'in love with themselves - one kissed his biceps repeteadly taking instagram pics right next to me), like one inch next to me. I'm not a crazy person about the rules and so on. But since they were with some kids too, everything became very very crowded. I wanted to leave but i had nowhere to go. Everyone else respected the social distancing so there was no extra place without bothering anyone else. Anyway I asked one of the dudes nicely if he can move his chair at least one meter away. (Seriously he was so close to me, my long hair touched them when the wind became strong - that close! And that was it. Hell upon earth. That guy got on fire. How did I dare to tell him anything? Do I see him a sick person? He is healthy, NOT A FAT DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT like me, he said. And the rant kept going. In a second it was all about how fat people destroy this world and how the virus just affects only fat people and he hopes all fat people to die STARTING WITH ME. I mean, needless to say he almost hit me. That's how worse it became. I tried to say to him nicely that he is with some kids too and we shouldn't have this vocabulary and he should try to protect them. Then again one more rant of why a fat person cares about his kids and that I should worry about how 'my fat is gonna suffocate me' before this virus does. Everyone else around me was watching. It was like all the people on the whole beach stopped from what they were doing and all watched and laughed at me. That's how I felt. Noone said anything. Noone cared. It was heartbreaking. In the end he moved just a bit further telling his kids this 'stupid whale is gonna infect us' .. I mean, I tried for months to lose weight and I succeeded, I am fat but not extremely huge. And even if I was, nobody deserve this kind of treatment. I wrote all this just to say I am sorry if you ever went through something similar anywhere!!!! You don't deserve this! It is so sad that even in 2020 social shaming is a thing. A thing that is used against you no matter the main topic of a discussion! It'm heartbroken and I really wish you all to stay strong and don't let yourself down if you ever find toxic people in your life. Follow your journey, fast or slow, your own life matters!!! Stay strong! ❤️ [link] [comments] |
| It's not a competition...a cautionary tale Posted: 25 Aug 2020 07:39 PM PDT So I had the valuable opportunity to learn a lesson the hard way. A few weeks ago my doctor finally diagnosed me with Type 2 Diabetes. Been pre-diabetic for a long time but finally crossed the threshold when my weight was 359 pounds at 6'3". I've always held my weight fairly well on my body, just a big guy in general. It took the diagnosis to finally kick my butt into gear and do something. Now, a little back story, a couple years back I lost 75 pounds in a "20 pounds per week" challenge gym. This ended up just like it should, really, I lost weight fast but developed a fear of overeating calories and trying to "beat the numbers" on MFP. My goal was to see how few calories I could eat and lose weight as fast as possible, maintenance would be tomorrow's problem. I also gained all the weight back plus another 40 pounds topping out at 379 pounds. So back to present (a little past) I have Type 2 Diabetes and my competitive look at the calories and macros comes back in force. I cut out just about all carbs immediately and was only eating about 40-50 carbs and under eating calories again. Add the non-existent carbs and new medications for diabetes and I put myself into diabetic keto acidosis (DKA) in about 4 days. I spent two days at home puking my guts out, no energy, an unquenchable thirst, and just down right miserable feeling. I went to the ER on a Wednesday and stayed the night while the doctor tried to get my electrolyte levels back to normal. Thursday morning rolled around and I wasn't feeling 100% but my blood levels were coming back up with meds so I was sent home. Big mistake. The following 3 days were spent sleeping/in bed laying down/not eating as my electrolyte levels fell back down. That Monday I went back to the ER and was quickly sent via ambulance to a hospital room. My potassium level was at a 0.8 (should be over 3.5) as well as sodium levels being low. I can't explain just how bad my muscles hurt as well as other symptoms. I was in the hospital from Monday until Friday afternoon when I was finally released with everything as it should be. I have since looked more into diabetic diet education as well as looking deeper into how to count macros, eating enough to meet the necessary levels. My attitude that I had to lose weight quickly or compete against myself sent me to the hospital. It led me to fear carbs/calories. It led me to a way of eating that was far from maintainable or even safe. I'm 3 days out of the hospital and have continued to eat enough food to meet my macro levels and making better choices in general. This has made it to where I am not hungry throughout the day and I'm not struggling to eat what is needed. I guess if you get anything from this, please don't treat your weight loss as a competition if it leads to extreme changes. I'm figuring that my current diet style is going to be much easier to stick to and I never intend to EVER cut out anything that my body needs to operate. Hope someone gets this. [link] [comments] |
| I'm losing weight at a reasonable rate, but things just keep getting worse. Posted: 25 Aug 2020 04:31 PM PDT Hey, I know this is gonna be something of a downer, I'm sorry about that, but this has been probably the worst day I've had in months and I need to vent/seek support of any kind. 4 years ago I went from overweight to morbidly obese, I topped out around 400lbs late last year. Since covid started, I've been making a concerned effort to lose weight and get outside so that I don't die if I catch the thing (I'm 28, but still, risk factors are risk factors). In March my lease was up, I saw the writing on the wall for Covid and refused to quarantine alone, so I moved home. Brother came back from (out of state) to stay with us so it was really great having us all together. Around that time I started biking, and I discovered a new love in my life, running Dungeons and Dragons games. I'd never really played before so I started playing online and it did WONDERS for my mood and headspace. cut to 3 months later (June): I have a new plan to grow a social following based on my personal skills that (accidentally) sync up real well with my Dungeon Master skills. I started biking about 3 times a week in April and have been consistently loosing weight. At this point I'm down to 378 lbs. I plan to keep working while growing my online brand. Then I lost my job. 50/50 Covid and my mistakes. Hence losing my health insurance. I decide to take a month off to think about my next moves as I have plenty of cash. Well...BP medecine ran out 3 weeks ago and I have no health insurance, getting out of bed is difficult these days let alone working up the stomach to go to a doctor and be told I'm still failing (I know, bad mindset, I'm not in a great place). When I lost my job, 3 weeks later I lost my 3 games I was running to states opening up. So goodbye financial stability and goodbye social support. My irl friends I had to leave behind years ago as they got me into some terribly drug/drinking habits that have lead me to my current status. So today, I had to sign up for ACA health care, folks asked what my meds were...I had to tell them my status, I got very dissapointed looks, now I'm sitting at my computer thinking "what good am I? am I worth anything? is this weight loss even going anywhere???" sure enough, it has! I'm down to 354. I've lost almost 50lbs in a little over half a year. So WHY isn't everything else doing better??? I've always thought my life was bad because of my weight issue, but my life is just as bad or worse then ever before. I know this is horrible mentality, but I always thought the weight issue is what was crushing the rest of my life, but now that this issue is starting to lift, nothing else is getting better/easier............I feel so directionless. so lost. I was the most motivated i was in my entire adult life 2 months ago, now...I binge watch shows I've already seen and sadly play skyrim, with occasional bikes through the woods and sessions of staring into my hands thinking about ending my suffering. I'm sorry about this post. I just don't know who to tell any of this to and I needed to write it all down. Fuck me I'm worthless, yet I know I'm not, but then why won't this voice stop shouting that at me? I have to go upstairs and have dinner with them soon, I don't want to sit quietly staring at my food bowl while I'm given this long lecture on my irresponsibility. But that's my future in 30ish minutes. [link] [comments] |
| When I notice my body parts getting smaller it makes me feel insecure and scared Posted: 25 Aug 2020 06:44 PM PDT Posting this in the hopes that I'm not alone... SW: 295.8 lbs - CW: 290 lbs - short term GW: 250 lbs I (21F) have only lost about 5 lbs since I started CICO at the end of July, but I have been working out like crazy. I think I've definitely lost waaay more than 5 lbs of fat, but my weight hasn't changed much because I've gained a ton of new muscle. All of my clothes fit better and I can actually feel my thighs and back fat and face fat getting smaller and smaller. All of these should be good things that make me feel good about myself... except they don't. It makes me feel very insecure. I think I've been hiding behind my fat. I feel comfortable being overlooked as I am now, and I think I might have a deep fear of feeling too "seen" if I get skinnier. Does anyone else feel this way? I know that these aren't healthy thoughts, I just hope to hear that I'm not alone in feeling this. [link] [comments] |
| I was never a healthy eater/NSV Posted: 25 Aug 2020 09:38 PM PDT It wasn't entirely my fault. I spent a few decades malnourished because my caretaker thought a crunch bar was fine to quell hunger pangs. Often. So there was disordered eating that had to be dealt with, and aspects of my nutrition that went haywire once they finally had what they should've. I moved out eventually, but the coping mechanisms didn't. I spent years learning how to cook, and that obviously meant taste testing. I went from 105-163. But learning to cook was a lesson I'd never take back. Even if those pie doughs and empanadas did a number on my body at the time. I wish I'd been more athletic, better about what I put into my body, but after a lifetime in an abusive childhood and then long-term relationship, I forgot who I was. CICO changed me so much. I had been going to the gym for 2 years beforehand with no changes. But not only CICO did this, I recognized my relationship to food itself has changed. Fast food isn't the option anymore. I have healthy snacks at home, veggies, fruits, nuts. My grocery shopping habits have changed. And even from when I'd love to cook, I never thought twice about "how do I lessen the fat/salt/sugar content in this food" while still hitting the notes I desire. I got so used to that addictive hit of "other food" I forgot I'm a skilled cook. I started on a bullet journal meal plan and I'm determined to come up with weeks worth of healthy, delicious meals that I crave and can tie into other meals I crave. I see it as a challenge. So this isn't meant to be a part of this but I started at 163lbs, I'm at 119lbs now a year later. And for me it wasn't the working out entirely, it wasn't the CICO entirely: it was the shift of my relationship to food that did it. Because losing the weight is one thing but it's a lifestyle change to maintain and keep it off. [link] [comments] |
| Don't tell your children they'll "grow out of it" Posted: 25 Aug 2020 09:37 AM PDT I'm 16(m) and I want to share to you why this is such a awful statement. Growing up my family made fun of me, a lot. They made fun of my weight as well. I wasn't necessarily obese, but I was overweight. I had severe self conscious issues growing up. Whenever I complained about my weight, my parents would say that I'd "grow out of it" I didn't. How could I? Blaming my weight on my age didn't solve anything. The issue was clearly how much I was eating. I grew up thinking I'd grow out of it and when I didn't I adopted a belief I was STUCK being fat for the rest of my life, and that I couldn't change. That belief fueled my self hatred and self consciousness even more Last year, I was about 5' 9" (IIRC) and weighed about 184 lbs. I was done. I was gonna lose weight no matter what. My parents thought it was because I got bullied, which was ONE of the reasons but I really just wasn't happy with my self image. I made a goal to drop to 150 and my mom screamed that I was anorexic. They made it hell to try and lose weight. I got into a lot of fights. Cut to today. I weigh around 145 - 150 and I'm very happy with my weight. I'm about 6' so that puts my bmi at around 20. Parents shouldn't tell there kids that "they'll grow out of it" or that there weight isn't an issue. Of course a parent shouldn't bully their child about it but they shouldn't ignore it either. A parent needs accept that their child wants to change and then support them. They need to let the child know that there's a problem and that the problem can be solved This is why "you'll grow out of it" is a horrible thing to tell overweight kids. [link] [comments] |
| Posted: 25 Aug 2020 05:14 PM PDT Some stats: 26M, SW 279.2, CW 238.0, GW 200.0 (lost so far: 41.2) I've always been overweight, as long as I can remember. I was never morbidly obese, but my weight has always been higher than it should be. Low metabolism, heart disease, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, all that good stuff runs in my family. About 5 years ago, I started having really bad stomach problems. I woke up almost every single morning feeling like I was going to throw up (and sometimes I did). I determined it had to be psychological because I would almost always feel better as the day went on. Around this time of year 2015, I got on a new antidepressant that was supposed to help with my stomach upset. My mood and sleep improved almost instantaneously. The catch? It made me really hungry when I took it, especially for carbs. Great, I thought. Well, I didn't want to give up feeling better, so I figured I'd just deal with that. Over the next 6 months or so, I gained an additional 25 pounds, and 6 months after that I graduated college, moved out of state for work, and started my adult life in the real world. In September 2016, I had an upper endoscopy to check out my stomach because I was still feeling sick in the morning, but great at night thanks to the meds. Turns out there was nothing physically wrong with my stomach, other than some red inflamed areas. We chalked it up to higher acid production due to weight gain and stress (I was really stressed with seeking the second required co-op/paid internship for my college degree and finding a job after school). Around this same time, I was diagnosed with non-alcoholic fatty liver disease and was pre-diabetic. So I figured I'd try to lose weight. I tried for months to lose weight with no real success. On and off weight watchers, diet and exercise, etc. so I eventually got discouraged and kinda gave up for a while. By February 2018, I was at my all time highest recorded weight: 279.2, just shy of 280. Still feeling like shit physically and mentally, still struggling. This time I made a vow to try harder. Over the 4-5 months after that (by June/July 2018) I managed to lose about 15 pounds (bringing it down to around 265), but progress stalled after that. So I got discouraged again, but managed to keep my weight between 265-275 for the next several months. In February 2019, I was having some routine bloodwork done and my liver enzymes were through the roof. My doctor got worried and referred me to a liver specialist. Turns out there was nothing wrong with my liver, it was behaving just as it should have under the conditions it was in: high amounts of fat, and it starts sending out SOS messages because it has to work harder. That's my non-medical-expert understanding of it, anyway. So the struggle continued. Around October 2019, I came across Penn Jillette's (Penn of Penn & Teller) book "Presto!" that detailed his 100+ pound weight loss. His dieting technique was very extreme and I didn't go that route, but it inspired me to make drastic cuts in my diet and substitute them for something else: higher fruits and vegetable content, plain grilled chicken and fish (NOTHING fried), no condiments, etc. That seemed to work pretty well, but I was still making incredibly slow progress. I figured I just had to deal with that and it had something to do with the meds. So now comes January 2020. I'm watching college basketball and a commercial for sugar free Gatorade pops up. That intrigued me because I'd never seen it before (Gatorade has been around forever and I was surprised it took this long), but also because I drink Gatorade pretty regularly. I started drinking it a few years ago because, as a "band aid" for my stomach issues, I started taking Prilosec pretty regularly. I've since switched to Pepcid, since Prilosec can cause electrolyte imbalances along with a slew of other health issues, so I drank Gatorade to correct any electrolyte issues I may or may not be having (and I still drink it regularly). I bought a bottle at the store, and upon realizing it didn't taste any different from the G2 ("low sugar") variety, I made the full switch shortly thereafter. Holy shit. Over the next few weeks after that, I started losing weight much more consistently. By February, for the first time in over 4 years, I was under 260 pounds. After a while, I made the connection with the timeline and it finally clicked: the SUGAR in the fucking Gatorade was slowing me down! Even though I stuck to the G2 kind, I guess it still added up with 1-2 bottles a day. Since then, I've made several more small changes to diet, mostly cutting out sugar, condiments, carbs where I can, little things like that, and the difference has been stunning. Now I'm at 238 pounds, a weight I haven't seen in literally 5 years. So I'm basically back where I started, but I'm on a much better path and I finally know what I'm doing. I haven't been this motivated about weight loss in a long time, and I finally understand the importance of cutting out sugar and carbs, the ultimate killers. And the kicker? Since COVID-19 mid March, I haven't gone to the gym once. It's been all diet changes and indoor walking (just so I can keep my Apple Watch happy). I figure at this rate, I'll be at my goal (200, but honestly I'll take anything lower than that as a bonus) by next summer. I have everything stacked against me: low metabolism, a family history of all the shit listed above, and meds that make me hungry. And I STILL lost over 40 pounds so far. I couldn't be prouder of myself, in that regard at least. It's been one fucking hell of a trip. Like anything else, the only thing I regret is not starting sooner. [link] [comments] |
| Posted: 25 Aug 2020 02:05 PM PDT F26, 5'3. CW- 158, LW- 141 I've spent the last ten years of my life gaining and losing the same 10-14 pounds and I am fed up. I am very active, nice-looking but chubbier than I should be for my short frame. I have run numerous marathons with good times, run about 15 miles a week minimum and regularly ride century bike rides (100 miles). I have good weight dispersal (flat stomach, small waist) so look nice in clothes and many people say that I don't need to lose weight and I think this is what hinders me. I believe them, but then I see a picture of myself at an unflattering angle with legs much chunkier than my boyfriend's. Or I chuck on sneakers and jeans to go to the store and look so FRUMPY where I know I'd look cute and casual if I was even ten pounds lighter. Or I'll have a race at weekend and then I am constantly comparing myself to other girls at the start line, and if I come in above time I kick myself for lugging those excess pounds with me. Here is how it happens: - I get myself into a good mindset and switch up my exercise plan to complement fat burn (interval runs instead of steady, social plods). - I track food. - I weigh daily. - The scales go down and I am happy with the downward trend. - I reach around 145 pounds, literally 5 pounds until GOAL. - I go off the rails taking my 'new body' out for dinners and drinks. - I am terrified of weighting myself. - Bam. I am 160 pounds. I don't know if I'm here for a vent or a solution or similar stories. IRL people just tell me I don't need to lose weight and send me body positivity memes. Please help, I can't do this any more. [link] [comments] |
| I FINALLY REJOINED THE ONEDER CLUB! Posted: 25 Aug 2020 11:34 AM PDT M30, 5'8, SW: 240+, CW: 196, GW: 170? Oh man, I'm so happy I could cry! Long time lurker, first time poster here. Growing up I was always pretty fit/skinny. Gained a freshman 15 in college and after, but never let my weight get too out of control. Then I found myself in a toxic relationship and dealing with a lot of mental health/depression issues, and I turned to food as my escape. Let me tell you, I BLEW UP. I was 5'8, over 240 pounds, and carrying it all almost exclusively in my stomach. Quite frankly, I looked like shit. I had friends and family members who had tried to gently point out my overeating to me, but I ignored it for far too long. I would try a diet but it wouldn't stick. Same with working out. I want to blame the horrible relationship I was in, but truthfully, it's on me. I let it get like this. I got out of the relationship in 2018, but never did anything to take care of my weight or eating problem. Then COVID hit. Here I was, staring down 30 years old, going through some old pictures and I couldn't recognize the guy I was looking at. I wasn't happy with the person looking back at me in the mirror. I decided that I wasn't going to let this define me, and I would make the change. I started tracking my meals and calories (not macros though, I'm not ready for that), read up and started intermittent fasting, cut out my snacking and most sweets, cut back HEAVILY on my alcohol intake, and made a pledge to myself to do something active every day. Whether it is a walk, golf, tennis, Circuit training, whatever. I will myself to try and get a nice workout in, no matter how small it is. And I bought a Peloton to start riding. That has been a massive help. Even if I am not riding every day, it helps serve as a reminder that I need to just do something. I'm also cooking almost every meal, and controlling more what I put in my body. Slowly but surely, the weight has melted away. I am down 2, hopefully soon 4 inches on my waist size. My old clothes fit me again. I feel so much better. My energy levels are amazing all day, I am sleeping better, my confidence is back. And people have noticed! Friends, family, and even coworkers have all paid me compliments and can't believe my transformation! It feels so so so good. And I want to thank everyone in this community. Your posts help motivate me. Seeing some of your transformations have inspired me. I actually hit 199 on the scale last week, but I wanted to wait to post till my weight stopped fluctuating so much and i was firmly under 200. Thank you all, and if you're reading this at the beginning of your weight loss journey, or you haven't even started, let me tell you: You've got this. The most important thing is Just. Keep. Going. If you took 10 steps today, take 20 tomorrow. 40 the next day. Progress, not perfection. If I can do it, you better believe you can too. I will maybe post before and after pictures later, but thank you all again, and I hope everyone is staying safe and sane during these crazy times!!! [link] [comments] |
| Fell off the wagon for three weeks, feel like gained it all back, help! Posted: 26 Aug 2020 12:58 AM PDT So, I feel like I probably know the answer anyway but. I fell off the wagon really badly for about three weeks. I definitely overate on some days and then didn't eat at all other days. I have finally got back into a food routine, but I feel like I've just ruined all of the work I did in the previous months because the skirts that were getting loose on me are tight again on my hips and waist. Is there any hope some of it is just water weight or have I massively messed up my progress? I kind of want to cry, I'm so frustrated and upset with myself for eating so badly and wrecking my progress. I feel awful wearing my normal clothes because I feel like it's just taunting me because they're fitted where they used to be loose. How do I get back on track and stay there without feeling atrocious for wasting my progress? [link] [comments] |
| Hello, void. Still on that horse. Posted: 25 Aug 2020 11:44 AM PDT Hello again, anonymous nobody in the wind. This is written for my benefit, I just need a place to vent. Feel free to go on with your life if you don't want to read the ramblings of a stranger on the internet. I started my new job. Finally. Came with a basement flat. Not too shabby, actually. My flat. I like the sound of that. I actually have a bloody flat. Still haven't been paid and won't be for quite some time. I think I can make what I have now last - that's as long as nothing unexpected shows up. Eh, whatever. I'll burn that bridge when I get to it. Work was alright. Met new people. They seem nice. I know I'm not there on a permanent basis so I'm learning names but not planning on any major social connections there. I think I'll do fine. I worry that maybe I won't be good enough. I hope that feeling is just imposter syndrome. I hear these horror stories about people being incompetent and getting people dead. Right, more to the point. Today was a victory. I had a long day with overtime. I still came home, cooked, ate, cleaned up and worked out. If I can pull it off today, I can pull it off tomorrow. I'm logging the damned calories. I'm doing the meal prep. There is a grind out there - and with Jehovah as my witness I will bloody well grind it. My life is too short to be fat. Fuck that. Seriously, FUCK BEING FAT. I'm still here and I'll abso-fuckadoodle-tutely stay until I reach my goals. I have a collection of old running shorts I used to wear. There's a black one. The one I wore to the half-marathon. I'm going to wear that one again. I'm going to wear it to my marathon. 42 K. And a bit of change. I am going to tear this flesh down and build it anew. And I can't wait. Thank you for being there/not being there, Schrodinger's reader. -CameBackSad [link] [comments] |
| Posted: 25 Aug 2020 09:45 AM PDT I've been running outside the past several months since corona has shut down my gym. I used to do elliptical and treadmill a lot (plus weight lifting). I've overall lost 43 lbs since last July and it's being taken from everywhere on my body as far as I can see, but I never thought it could be taken from my feet. I have been finding most recently that when I run, the arches of my feet hurt, and I'm 90% sure it's the plantar fascia running through the arch that's in pain. I realized then that my feet might not be secured in my shoes and that could be due to losing fat from my feet. I might need new shoes now. Anyone else notice this? [link] [comments] |
| I have gained back 55 lbs after losing 120 lbs Posted: 25 Aug 2020 10:52 PM PDT I have gained back 55 lbs after reaching my lowest in January. I feel like a complete failure. All that progress I had made and I just ruined it in 8 months. It's like I can't get my brain to stop eating. I know that doesn't make sense. I am the one that is eating, but I'm not sure how to describe it. It's like I'm not in control anymore. It's like I'm addicted to food. I am not an emotional person, but it finally just all hit me how far I had fallen and I just burst into tears. Sorry I'm not completely sure what this post is: venting, hoping to find out if someone has similar experiences, a cry for help? I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm desperate to get back to where I once was. I hate the person I am now. [link] [comments] |
| What little changes in your life and how you see things happen when you lose weight? Posted: 25 Aug 2020 07:41 PM PDT For me (5'1 F, 149–>136 lbs, still losing and goal weight is 122): 1. Dessert is a reward, not something you expect just for eating dinner. 2. Actually being annoyed by having a high metabolism. I don't want to eat more than I should have to. It's a waste of time! Nuts and high-sugar fruit are a lifesaver. 3. Eating takes up a significant part of your day because you eat more slowly. You have to figure some time into your schedule to eat, a decent amount of it. 4. You exercise most days. Days when you exercise are the norm. 5. You don't think of giving up your favorite foods as something to miss deeply. No worse than giving up your favorite TV show, coming from someone who's not a big TV watcher. 6. You still crave sweets when you're stressed out, but not all the time. 7. You no longer crave restaurant food. 8. You can get drunk off of 50 calories' worth of alcohol, or even 30 depending on the drink. You can fit an occasional few sips of a drink into your plan and it won't make a big dent in your calories, but it will make a dent in your productivity—so best to keep it occasional anyway!* *I've always had an unusually low tolerance for alcohol. I am aware that this is not the case for most people. I went from getting drunk off of half a drink to just a few sips, but even for a smaller person that's not usually a lot. [link] [comments] |
| Getting back at it! Holding myself accountable Posted: 25 Aug 2020 09:20 PM PDT I've maintained my weight for a few months now. Right when I thought I was ready to lose again, I got tested positive for covid. I was weak but I knew I didn't want to lose weight when I was sick, so I made sure to eat enough protein and rest. Fast forward 6 weeks, I'm fully recovered. I'm excited. I currently weigh 139lbs. I'm ready to lose. The plan is to fast for a certain amount of time (loosely following the 16:8 pattern) and eat a big lunch because that prevents me from snacking. ALSO! Even though I love snacking, snacks are my enemy. I find it difficult to stop. It's nice noticing patterns that ruin progress. Now I know what to work on and how. So, it's going to be 1200 calories/day and 3 workouts a week along with whatever steps I can get in. I also have an important exam coming up so if I miss a workout or am not as active on a few days I'm going to forgive myself, but I'm going to stick to the first part. TL;DR: I'M READY TO LOSE AGAIN AND I'M EXCITED! [link] [comments] |
| I desperately need help and have no one to talk to about it Posted: 25 Aug 2020 02:21 PM PDT I am, without a doubt, at a very low moment in my time. I wouldn't say rock bottom, but i'm close. Here's a little backstory: I am a 22 year old male. I have been overweight my whole entire life. I noticed it in middle school that i was just bigger than everyone else but didn't start to take action midway through highschool. When I first began i loved working out, I was losing weight, i was getting compliments, I loved it. I played football and wrestled during highschool. My coaches insisted I stay big so I stopped dieting but still worked out. Fast forward and I just graduated college. All 4 years of college I tried multiple diets, weather it's cico, keto, IF, mediterranean, literally fab diets like the military diet, two week diet, water diet. I tried it all. And i think it absolutely ruined my body. I could never actually lose more than 20 pounds. In May of this year, I finally decided it was time. I was tired of how I looked, how I felt, how uncomfortable I felt in my clothes, what others thought of me, how I could never find a girl like my ex again, did drugs, drank a lot, skipped school, literally hit hit rock bottom early this year on top of everything else going on this year. In May and June I worked out every single day, dieted everyday, no cheat day, I gave up nicotine, drugs, booze, everything. I lost 30 pounds. I started to feel amazing. I was never as dedicated as I was in May. Then July 10th rolls around. That's the day I told myself I would cheat because it was my best friends birthday and I thought i deserved it. I drank, I smoked, I smoked nicotine, I ate like absolute shit, and honestly was fine with that as long as it just THAT DAY. Next day rolls and i'm really hungover. I get coffee, I get bagels, I lay home all day, I crave nicotine, so so I tell myself i'll just start back up the day after that. It has been 45+ days and I am completely lost. I gained 35 lbs, my clothes are tighter on me, my nicotine addiction is back, I haven't worked out since July 9th, I absolutely hate myself every morning knowing all the progress I lost. Everyday I tell myself okay i'll start today and I just go to work and ruin my day with the first meal weather it's pizza, subs, bagels, pasta, whatever. Then I just say fuck it i'll start tomorrow. I have been saying i'll start tomorrow for 45 GOD DAMN DAYS. I have been pushing off this subreddit, weight loss subreddits, researching diets, workouts, everything. But i'm so fucking tired man. I'm so tired of feeling like this. I don't deserve this. I just cannot find the motivation or "click" I had in May. I was so determined and so ready to change my life but now have ruined my routine and nearning rock bottom again. The only good thing is I don't drink as much and don't do drugs anymore. I hate feeling like this everyday, I hate not being healthy, I hate being addicted to food, I hate using food as an escape. I need help. I set small goals for myself and can't even accomplish those. I need help, please. tl;dr: started my last and final weight loss journey in May, went well for 2 months, lost 30 pounds, gained it all back after one party, nearing rock bottom, need all the help I can get. [link] [comments] |
| 30 Day Accountability Challenge - Day 25 Posted: 25 Aug 2020 07:26 PM PDT Hello losers, Pardon my lateness again, I feel like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. Weight by end of month (199 lbs, preferably trend weight): I saw a number on the scale I did not like at all. Ungh. Stay within calorie range (1500 weekdays, maintenance weekends): Not fabulous today. Exercise 5 days a week: Not today. 16/25 days. Self-care journaling (once a week, 60 minutes): Got some done last night will do more today. 4/4 weeks. Self-care time (working on love journals, beauty treatments, drawing 11/24 days): Gonna journal before bed. Try a new recipe once a week: Baked donuts, enchilada casserole, bbq hummus, more different enchilada casserole, dressing(s), crock pot mashed cauliflower & tground turkey almost stroganoff. 6/5 weeks. 50 pages of The Body Keeps the Score: Not today. 0/50 pages. No fast food or candy from the work dish: Streak day 1. Be present in my body & accept the sensory feedback: Body says nope. Be more mindful & express gratitude, avoid the hedonic treadmill: Grateful for cats & comfy beds. Kids, I am not pleased with this month & how I have been eating. I will do better. Y'all deserve better from me & these posts & so do I. Less junk, less self loathing & more progress! Huzzah. Your turn! [link] [comments] |
| Tired of feeling invisible next to my friends Posted: 25 Aug 2020 10:13 AM PDT Hi! This is my first post here and ultimately going to act as an accountability post as I start this weight loss journey of mine. I'm (25, F) sick of feeling invisible next to my beautiful friends. Obviously at no fault of their own, and they're absolutely fantastic people, but it kills my self esteem whenever we're out (not now since Covid, but still) and they have multiple men strike up a conversation with them, all of which start with, "You're beautiful/gorgeous/hot/etc..." I think it was made worse because I used to be a healthy weight for my height (5'6", 145lbs) and used to do fine at bars as far as attention goes. But after going through a few bad breakups (relationships and friendships) over the course of 4 years, I steadily put on weight that now puts me at 208lbs. Food was definitely used as a comfort mechanism as well as being a "bored" eater. I'm bummed with myself that I let it get to this point, but I'm so excited to work towards getting in shape and be all around healthier. And I'm so happy to have found this space to be surrounded by other people trying to change for the better as well! SW/CW: 208lbs GW: 130lbs Pounds to go: 78lbs Let's do this! [link] [comments] |
| During quarantine, I gained weight... then lost it... and then gained it back. Posted: 25 Aug 2020 02:02 PM PDT Quarantine has been a rollercoaster so far. I've been so reckless with my eating, going out to buy snacks almost every single day without a care in the world. I mean, hey, the world's (apparently) ending so why bother with insignificant things like "looking good" or "feeling healthy"? I get a lot more out of sitting at home and consuming bags of chips and cookies while watching Netflix. Or so I thought, until I got fat again. All I'm left with is regret. I'm mad at myself for letting it get this bad. If only I had stopped earlier, maybe I'd be looking at only a month or two of weight loss. But as it currently stands, I'll have to be eating cardboard (figuratively) for the next four months. It's going to be rough. This is where I currently stand. I started my diet yesterday and so far I've nailed it but I can only hope I'll be able to keep that up. I've set my birthday in December as my deadline, so hopefully I'll be back down to an even 60 by then. [link] [comments] |
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