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lifewithchronicpain · 4 months
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I hate weight loss ads that show a stomach going from fat to flat with absolutely no stretching of the skin. As you get fat your skin expands and it doesn't magically go back down if you lose weight, it sags. These people either get skin surgery or the torsos are not the same. Obviously if they don't even show the faces, how can you trust it to be the same person? Or the egregious ones online where it's different people but they try to get away with it with fast clips or face angles. And I'm so sick of being force fed this crap when I'm obese because I'm sick and there's no magic cure for what I'm going through. So I choose to accept reality and love myself anyway and assure my fellow fat people this shit is so fucking fake.
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randomslasher · 11 months
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I wanted to share a progress update. So I have a chronic bad back (genetic and congenital issues) and I used to have what I called “Blow outs” every 6 months or so.  In 2020 I started walking regularly. Just walking. That’s it. Walking. But in the intervening years I’ve brought myself from “I can slowly walk half a mile with a cane” to “I regularly hike 4-5 miles at a time no issue or cane needed.”  I wasn’t so foolish as to believe I had completely eradicated the possibility of blow outs, but I hadn’t had one since 2018. I’m having one now--but the difference is night and day. I can still walk, move, function. I went shopping yesterday. I’m still working. I’m taking my cousin to the movies tonight. I’m in pain, yeah, but I’m still living my life.  Anyway walking is a miracle and if you can do it at all I highly recommend it. 
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nessa007 · 2 months
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actually it’s because you’re using medication that is needed by diabetics
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nabulsi · 10 months
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i hate HATE toxic health culture bc tell me why i can't have sugar and carbs nor can i have artificial sweeteners? next thing you're gonna tell me experiencing joy is unhealthy bc serotonin inherently preserves fat in my belly which puts me at risk for heart disease and fucks up the bacteria in my gut. literally id rather die than follow all these rules
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foone · 1 year
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A reddit post reminded me of a silly thing I did once: I calculated how long it would take to lose my entire body.
So I was dieting at the time and I was using a spreadsheet to track my weight loss and I decided to get nerdy with it and calculate average change per week and then I tried to add "time until I reach my target weight", so I added a cell for my target weight and set up some formulas and it gave me a date... Which seemed awfully far in the future? I wasn't that far from my goal and I was losing weight pretty quickly, so... What?
It turned out I typo'd the cell reference. It was using the cell NEXT TO the target weight cell, which was empty. And my spreadsheet was interpreting an empty cell as a zero.
So it was calculating how long it would be until my weight got down... To zero pounds (zero kilograms for you metric folks).
I'd calculated how long it would take me to lose ALL MY WEIGHT.
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mulderscully · 6 months
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one very weird thing that keeps happening to me since dropping 50 pounds (🤯) is that i keep buying clothes in the wrong size bc my brain refuses to register that i fit into smaller sizes. this is how i know i lost weight for health reasons and not aesthetic ones though, i guess?
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edgebug · 9 months
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frantically googling "how to talk about being proud of losing some weight without perpetuating fatphobia or contributing to own internalized fatphobia"
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aegidiusrex · 8 months
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whump my beloved
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motherhenna · 7 months
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wanted to share an almost full-body pic for the first time in probably almost a decade because for once I'm actually proud of how I'm progressing and think that the changes I'm making will end up being permanent bc I'm genuinely enjoying them. Plus, the few selfies I have shared over the last five years have been very photoshopped and at flattering angles, so I feel like most of y'all don't know what I actually look like. So this is me in my children's theater teacher fit last monday!
I'm 17 lbs down from my highest ever weight, but my trainer thinks I'm probably up at least ten to fifteen lbs in muscle. I'm cooking my own food, eating more reasonable portions, and going to the gym at least five times a week because I want to, not because I feel shame or guilt. And now that I'm working as hard as I am, I'm a lot less triggered by looking at new pictures of myself because I know I'm doing my best. I'm still obese, and probably will be for awhile more, but I'm starting to appreciate what I look like and feel like. And hopefully it'll just get better from here!
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honeysuckle-venom · 3 months
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So. I actually started a lot of lifestyle changes about a month ago, shortly after getting my MRI results and checking in with my therapist a bit. I felt 95% sure the hepatologist would tell me I needed to lose weight, and I knew that if I hadn't started at least a little bit on that path before seeing her I would be even more triggered by being told that. Once I did, unsurprisingly, get told that on Monday I further cemented some of those changes and got a bit stricter about certain things, but in general this has been in the works for a little over a month.
I'm basically dieting, I guess, except I'm trying to be healthy about it and make "lifestyle changes" instead of like going on paleo or whatever. The thing is, I don't believe in dieting. I detest diet culture, I hate moralizing about food and fatphobia and all of that bullshit. I love the anti-diet and fat liberation movements, and while I never fully recovered from my eating disorder, that lense helped me more than any other form of treatment ever has. I am, generally speaking, morally opposed to a lot of what I'm doing right now. But I also need to do it, because I don't want to risk tumor growth and complications or surgery. And I know going into it with this specific motivation and attitude is different than just deciding to diet because I think I need to be skinny to be pretty or whatever, that I'm doing something medically necessary and not actually betraying my values, but it doesn't always feel that way, and that struggle is very hard.
I also don't know how to talk about what I'm doing without using diet culture terms and concepts at times. But I need to be able to talk about this whole experience on my blog, because it's kind of taking over my life atm. So I will do my best to warn for things and I will ALWAYS at the very least use the tag "weight loss cw" on all posts related to this, because I don't want to be irresponsible or trigger people, but I also need to be able to talk about my life.
So. Below this is where I really start talking about what I'm doing and how it feels. Warning for some diet culture language, discussion of restricting certain foods, exercise, food journaling, nutritionists, intentional weight loss, and other related topics. No numbers, but this is potentially more triggering than posts related to my food issues have been in the past because I do discuss specific behaviors.
So. For the past month I've been attempting to lose weight. The current strategies I've employed include: exercising every day, keeping track of what I eat in a food journal, and cutting out a lot of "unhealthy" foods. I hate even saying that, I believe that all foods have a place in a healthy diet (and also that health isn't a moral obligation but that's a separate though related issue). But! I am doing a specific thing and don't have better language to talk about it! Saying "less nutritionally dense foods" just sounds stupid so, whatever. "Unhealthy" or "less healthy" it is for now. The biggest change is I'm not eating refined carbs 90% of the time. There's room for a little bit of them but not much. I'm trying to get a lot of protein, fiber, and healthy fats. Lots of vegetables and legumes and whole grains and whatnot. The good news for me is that I actually already really like a lot of those foods. Lentils are one of my favorite foods of all time, I like all beans, I like most vegetables, I like farro and brown rice, I like carrots and hummus, I like all fruits except grapefruits, etc. I enjoy the foods I do get to eat. So that's nice. But even though I ate all of those things before, these days it's all I eat pretty much. I used to also eat potato chips and m&m's and things like that. But I got rid of all of that stuff and haven't had it in over a month.
I'm also exercising every day. So far it's been primarily on my exercise bike that I have at home, because it has a desk attached and I can distract myself on my computer while I bike, because I HATE exercise. I just hate it. I hate being gross and sweaty and feeling like my heart's pounding and I can't breathe, but that's the fucking point lol. My muscles hurt and sweat drips down my face and it's just miserable. But as of today my dad and I have joined the local community center, which has a pool. Swimming is the one form of exercise I like. You don't feel how sweaty you are because you're in the water, your joints don't hurt, you can pretend to be a mermaid. It's so much better. So that's really good news. Hopefully I'll swim a few times a week and use the bike on the other days, and that will make everything more pleasant and also use more muscles than just my legs on the bike.
The thing is, it's actually not that hard to eat this way? My brain is obsessed with food rules, and has been since I was literally in preschool. I have always had various rules around food. Adjusting those rules to be more permissive is incredibly difficult, but adjusting them to be stricter? Not hard. I'm not tempted to "fall off the wagon" or whatever, because those foods have entered a space in my brain called "forbidden" and so I can't even imagine eating them without an alarm blaring in my head. And that's dangerous. The thing that is hard about what I'm doing is I know I'm in relapse zone, but I don't know how to not fucking be there when I'm trying to lose weight. I'm spending hours and hours each day obsessing about food and exercise, planning what to eat next, researching nutrition information and vegan recipes, etc etc etc. It sucks. I get trapped in these awful spirals and it's just all-encompassing. I've managed to avoid the worst behaviors: I haven't looked up fitspo even though I've had strong urges to do so, I mostly manage to avoid counting calories, and I don't let myself look at the scale. My therapist takes my weight once a week but I don't look. I'm trying to keep things on the healthier side, to not just full on relapse. But it's really, really fucking difficult to do both at the same time. I don't know how to find the balance yet.
The good news is that I found a nutritionist who I think shares a lot of my values and is willing to support me with weight loss, which I was worried wouldn't be possible. Bc all the anti-diet folks don't do weight loss at all, and all the weight loss people are...evil? Yeah, evil. But I really feel the need for professional support, even more than just my therapist, and so I didn't know what to do. But I think I found someone. I haven't met with her yet, but I've gotten in touch and hopefully we'll find a time for next week and I'll be able to update with how she is. Because this is really hard, and trying to balance the physical and mental without falling off a cliff is proving impossible without a lot of help. I have good help from my therapist, but if I could have some additional support it would be a good thing. So fingers crossed for that.
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drumlincountry · 4 months
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Heyyyyy uh @staff there's uhhhh. A lotta eating disorder shit here. In fact, 100% eating disorder shit? in your recommended popular tags there? What's with that?
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softartemisart · 1 month
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hehehee realising that i gained back the weight i lost when i started my meds and some!! i don't have scales or anything to check but it's THERE and it's SOFT and all that icecream was WORTH THE STOMACH ACHE
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t4tadrienette · 7 months
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I didn't want to add to the post I just reblogged because I didn't want to make it about me, a skinny person, but it is absolutely insane how much fatphobia runs so deep that when last year I had a very bad weight loss problem that wasn't intentional and I tried so hard to gain weight, my physician didn't take it as a serious problem and a pharmacist said "why would you gain weight, you're fine", bitch I'm literally swimming in my clothes that fitted me very well last year what are you talking about
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shark-feeder · 1 year
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i really hate that clickbaity content that is like "guys used to bully her for her weight and to prove them wrong she lost the weight and became a buff babe"
like she?? "proved them wrong" by? changing herself to fit their definition of beauty? that doesn't sound like proving someone wrong. that sounds like doing exactly what they wanted.
i just really hate anything that is like "these people made me feel bad about my appearance so to 'get revenge' i. changed my appearance in the manner they wanted."
personally, i think the way to "prove them wrong" or "get revenge" is to accept yourself as you are and love yourself unapologetically & openly. i really and truly don't understand how drastically changing your appearance because other people want you to is a way to "show the haters that they're wrong". because you literally just gave them what they wanted.
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colorisbyshe · 1 year
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I really do not think people understand what fat people are talking about when they talk about being treated differently because "Actually, people just feel awkward talking about some things around fat people" isn't even the half of it.
Cause when I talk about how I'm treated different at 130 vs 214 pounds, I'm not just talking about commentary. Or lack thereof.
It's not insensitive comments or outright hostile language. That is definitely part of it but that's not what I am referring to when I say EVERYONE acts fatphobically. Even if they do not mean to.
I am saying people refused to touch me. Casual touches, brushing against me, hugs. Some people would do the opposite and touch me too much, saying I'm just squishy, as if that makes it okay to be all over me, but like... most of the time... I had the very, very isolating experience of people treating my body like it was a fucking biohazard. As if my fat would seep out my skin and go under theirs.
If a friend and I were having a conversation and a stranger needed to ask a question about, idk, directions, they wouldn't even glance at me. They would just talk to the friend. In a lot of spaces, it was like being invisible. Doesn't matter if I put in effort to be approachable.
Having lost weight, people approach me more. I get casual touches--which now freak me out because they're so alien to me. I get joint shopping trips for clothes and people talk to me about clothes and if I look good in them, despite me wearing... a lot of the same styling. Sometimes just as ill fitting as before because I kept a lot of my clothes from when I was larger. (Changing wardrobes is EXPENSIVE.) I get invited out to more active activities despite being just as physically out of shape as I was back then.
People offer me food more, like whether it be to share a snack with them or like to get dessert.
People make EYE CONTACT now. People AVOIDED EYE CONTACT with me when I was fatter.
I'm telling you "Maybe skinny and midsize people just don't know how to broach some things with fat people, lest they misspeak" IS NOT WHAT IS HAPPENING. I'm sure that's PART of it but there is SO much more going on.
It is genuine dehumanization.
It was me saying I was sick with a cough and fever and being told to lose weight.
What about that is "sparing my feelings?" What part of denying me eye contact and human touch was done to make me feel better? Do you thinking acknowledging fat people exist makes fat people feel bad? That they'd rather not exist?
I really need to emphasis this was a daily, nearly universal experience. Some people have treated me the same through and through. I'm not saying every person was always cruel and then I lost weight and everyone was nice, even though I'm still somewhat overweight now.
I am saying a near constant in a fat person's life is being surrounded by people who would rather you don't exist but don't want to admit that to themselves or to you, so they're doing a lot things without even realizing it. I don't doubt the change in behaviour isn't even something that registered to most people. That it wasn't a deliberate choice to suddenly treat me better.
But it happened.
Fatphobia is so ingrained in our culture people do it without thinking, often even without malice.
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rimouskis · 10 months
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unhealthy weight loss cw
I've always been too good at lying to myself. I've never really figured out why I'm so eager to do it all the time. it's like I'm too afraid to let myself actually experience anything, so I keep it all at bay with a levelheaded affect that's papering over everything else.
I did it when I was in middle school and realized I Wasn't Like Other Kids (my at-the-time "bisexual" awakening was comedic, given how immediately I decided that was a problem for another day and literally forced myself to "forget" it for years). but I was fine, because those emotions could be dealt with another day, and I had "real" things to worry about, like fitting in.
I did it in college when I'd procrastinate so hard on studying for my finals that the days leading up to the exams I'd lock myself in my room and study for hours on end, giving myself an eye twitch and eventually stress dreams that were so bad I'd wake up screaming. but I was fine, because those emotions could be dealt with another day, and I had "real" things to worry about, like getting the good grades I expected of myself.
I did it during the pandemic, when I was all alone in my apartment and literally lost myself to the loneliness and isolation of those early months where I only saw other living things once or twice a week— strangers, through masks. but I was fine, because those emotions could be dealt with another day, and I had "real" things to worry about, like not getting myself and the rest of the world sick.
and I'm doing it now. I've barely been able to eat for the last three days. I've literally lost four pounds. I feel weak when I finally force myself up out of bed—which I do late, every morning, because the longer I stay in bed the longer I can pretend that everything is still fine and there isn't a large clock ticking away seconds until my life as I know it blows up.
I've gotten up. I've forced myself through the last packet of oatmeal I had in the box. my legs feel gelatinous. all that walking I've done over the spring and summer, months of 10,000 steps a day because I wanted to teach myself to run again, and I feel like a newborn colt because of some emotions. it's insane.
I have the tools I need to fix things, even if it's a shitty fix for now, even if it won't be the fix I need long term, but I'm fucking scared shitless and I need to keep pretending I'm not because it's either do it or succumb to debilitating emotions.
I'm not fine, but those emotions must be dealt with another day, because I fucking finally have real things to worry about.
please spare me any advice - thank you. I know I have to eat to fuel myself. I'm trying. I'm not happy about feeling like a weak thing
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