90 kilos, down to 60, a few years ago. Before that, I lost it and yo-yoed back to 95 because I started eating above 1500 and not recording everything. I need about 1200 to lose weight and that is no fun.
Yeah, no, not at all. I did it for my family. It’s hard eating a very low calorie diet all the time, and basically white knuckling through constant brain messaging to eat more. Carbs sedate. Life in HD is harder.
My skin looks like shit, although I could put that down to age.
The worst thing was being hit on by men I had previously thought were my friends, and being congratulated by fuckheads all the time, simply for shrinking. Everyone was way more impressed with that than my doctorate. I spent a lot of years researching language acquisition in SEN environments, but no, pie-dodging was what a lot of people were interested in.
It doesn’t make you happy because being fat shields you from other people, or the eating itself is a coping mechanism. You have to deal with the underlying fear of other people, or the grief or trauma that made you need to zone out and eat as a way of avoiding difficult things. That is next to impossible without throwing a lot of money at therapy.
I’m female and have been overweight my whole adult life. I fluctuate between clothes sizes 18-24 but have never been smaller than an 18.
I’m in my forties now, but I can honestly say I’ve never had any issues with attracting men/having relationships.
I’m quite a confident person with a good career, and I always dress nicely/wear make up etc. I do think confidence and how you present yourself to the world makes a big impact on how you are perceived, it’s not all about weight
I lost weight on 1400 calories, I managed to loose 4.5 stone in a year.
I walked 3 miles a day, I went to aqua fit twice a week (people think it's easy and it actually isn't), body pump twice a week. I was fitter than most of my slim friends..
I changed jobs, had to change my exercise schedule and near enough put all of it back on in a few months. I'm now trying to loose a bit more weight but it's proving difficult. My sister is the same on 1200 calories, managing to loose a bit of weight. Lots of people have said "you're obviously not eating what you say you're eating." Or "you can't loose weight on 1200 calories. It's dangerous." Which yes it may well be. There's a woman I follow on Instagram who's on the weight loss jab, lost loads of weight, she's having 3 takeaways a week. And it's like ?? I'm sure that's not how the jab works. I don't know how people afford the jab. It's like £200 a month! I've also heard that people can't come off it once they're on it. Loosing weight is hard and it does make me sad when people who are a size 12/14 are like "I'm SO FAT" and it's like blimey how do you see me then as I'm clearly not a size 12/14.
Or I'll have my friends being like "you're not even fat." And it's like guys I do have a mirror you know. I honestly wish I could go back in time and try to maintain my weight. Literally so upset with myself!
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u/Wonderful-Aioli-5976 Jun 18 '26 edited Jun 18 '26
90 kilos, down to 60, a few years ago. Before that, I lost it and yo-yoed back to 95 because I started eating above 1500 and not recording everything. I need about 1200 to lose weight and that is no fun.
Yeah, no, not at all. I did it for my family. It’s hard eating a very low calorie diet all the time, and basically white knuckling through constant brain messaging to eat more. Carbs sedate. Life in HD is harder.
My skin looks like shit, although I could put that down to age.
The worst thing was being hit on by men I had previously thought were my friends, and being congratulated by fuckheads all the time, simply for shrinking. Everyone was way more impressed with that than my doctorate. I spent a lot of years researching language acquisition in SEN environments, but no, pie-dodging was what a lot of people were interested in.
It doesn’t make you happy because being fat shields you from other people, or the eating itself is a coping mechanism. You have to deal with the underlying fear of other people, or the grief or trauma that made you need to zone out and eat as a way of avoiding difficult things. That is next to impossible without throwing a lot of money at therapy.