I've been morbidly obese for nearly my entire life. I've been above 300 pounds for the past 6 years, since the eighth grade. A couple years ago I was about 395 pounds, frightened I would reach the big 400 I was motivated that year to lose weight. The lowest I got to was around 350 But I maintained a weight of 360 for the past two years. Fast forward to the end of 2018 and a particularly stressful semester of college and I'm back up to 395. This time however I felt like I just wanted to give up and let food take over me. For months I stopped counting calories I didn't care what or how much I ate. I felt like whenever I tried losing weight I would fail. I felt like there isn't a point in trying. Last night however something changed, I felt so bad about myself and I realized that I needed to get my life in order. Unlike most times where I just motivate myself and nothing comes from it I was surprised that this morning I actually re downloaded my fitness pal, I made a plan to start intermittent fasting and when I actually went to the cafeteria, instead of having the fried chinese food, I stuck to a sandwich on a whole grain bread. The most surprising thing was that I actually counted my calories after. Although I don't know what comes next, I'm just happy with the small change I made today.
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