Long time lurker, first time poster to r/loseit
I've been obese my whole life. Every year since I was 12, I've been steadily gaining weight. I got teased in school, and my weight was always a taboo topic with me.
At 29, I stepped on the scale for the first time in years and it read 300.6 lbs (136kg). I had a panic attack, and decided that once I got home from vacation, I'd make a change. I broke down on my 29th birthday, re-subbed here and decided to get my shit together.
A week after that, my partner proposed and we began planning our wedding together. I thought, damn, I really need to get my shit together. I don't want to be a fat bride. I don't want to hate myself in my wedding photos and feel self conscious all day.
The first year or so was slow progress. I was logging off and on, and working in a very toxic environment that caused me a lot of stress. At 30, I quit my job and started focusing on my health and working from home. At that point I'd lost a bit, but I was still at 129 kg (284lbs).
The good news is that I had more time to cook. I had time to really measure and pay attention to what I was putting in my body. In January 2018, I panicked again and got serious. I weighed 126 kg (277 lbs). At this point, I more or less understood that I wasn't going to be at my goal weight by my wedding day. I knew the progress was too slow.
But I kept it up anyway. I'm on a 253 day streak on MFP, not just in logging in, but in logging everything I've eaten.
Today is my 31st birthday. I'm 115 kg (253 lbs), and I'm getting married in 2 weeks. I'm going to be a fat bride, which was my worst nightmare.
But none of that matters now. From the time I turned 30, I started paying attention to my body. I stopped resenting it for doing the opposite of what I wanted it to do, and I started trying to give it what it needed. I went down to 1200 calories a day, and I didn't always make that goal, but I was almost always in deficit for my TDEE (which honestly, isn't hard). I stopped driving and taking the bus everywhere, and started walking more.
I don't feel anxious about having to walk somewhere anymore.
Somehow, along the way, I fell in love with my body for the first time. As my clothes became more and more loose, and I started marveling at the scale dropping bit by bit, I loved myself. I always thought that whole love yourself thing was bullshit.
I have probably driven my friends crazy by talking about my weight over the last 9 months. I can't help it. I'm excited. It's finally working. I'm finally losing the weight I've been putting on for years and years.
I don't care about the wedding photos anymore. I'm going to be married to my best friend, I'm going to be surrounded by friends and family who've flown thousands of miles to see me. I get to share my life with them for the first time, as I start the rest of my life with my husband.
And I'm not stopping here. Now that things are progressing, I'm more motivated than ever. I'll transform how much I weighed in kilo to how much I'll weigh in pounds. It's all thanks to r/loseit and r/progresspics for keeping me motivated throughout. You guys are awesome.
Progress pics, because let's be honest, that's the real reason you're here.
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