Down 35 lbs and I just standardly started crying in a grocery store parking lot lmao
Throwaway account because people know my main, but I just need to scream this into the void.
I’m down 35 pounds.
Actually typing that feels completely surreal. A year ago I was at my absolute lowest point. Mental health in the gutter, dodging mirrors, wearing oversized hoodies in the middle of summer because I couldn't stand the thought of anyone looking at my body. Every single Monday was supposed to be "the day I start my diet" and every Wednesday night ended with me bingeing on fast food in my car, hiding the wrappers at the bottom of the trash bin like a literal criminal.
I was so tired of hating myself.
The shift didn’t happen because of some magical motivation or influencer BS. I just finally accepted that I had no clue how much I was actually eating. I used to hate tracking stuff because MyFitnessPal gave me literal anxiety with all the pop-ups and ads, so I switched to a super basic minimal one called calzy just to look at numbers without the headache.
And honestly? That was it. No weird keto stuff, no starving myself. Just realizing that if I wanted a burger at night, I just had to skip the fries or eat a lighter lunch. For the first time in my life, weight loss didn't feel like a punishment. It just became... data.
Anyway, today I went to buy clothes and bought jeans that are TWO SIZES smaller than my usual. I literally sat in my car afterward and just sobbed like a baby.
To anyone out there who feels stuck, heavy, and hopeless right now: I was you. I genuinely thought my metabolism was broken and that I was doomed to be unhappy forever. It’s a lie your brain tells you. Just take it one day at a time.
Sorry for the essay, just had to share this with people who get it. Love y'all.