Why are you on a diet? You are beautiful just the way you are
Go away, Bruno Mars. I got this
I received the story below from one of our members.
I saved it somewhere and I found it again by chance.
I don't know who it is from anymore, but I think it's worth reading because it touches on some important points.
In May of this year, I drew the line and said to myself: "This can't go on".
I couldn't stand looking at myself in the mirror anymore.
I couldn't stand going shopping in the desperate hope of finding some clothing item that would fit me.
I realized I had to make a change. I started with food.
I had known for a long time that I suffered from depression.
I also knew that when I was stressed or feeling terrible, I resorted to binge eating.
The first step I took was to go see a psychotherapist.
At that time, I was 23 years old, 1.56 m tall and had reached a hefty weight of 80 kg.
My life was a mess: I couldn't sleep well because of my fat.
I couldn't find a comfortable position.
My period was completely irregular: it would be two months late, and when it came, it would last for a month and a half.
I've been "curvy" all my life, but within reasonable limits. I had never gone over a size 38 in pants.
Everything changed after I turned 20, when I moved to a student dorm. My mother would send me food for three people.
In addition, working in a fast-food restaurant, where I had all kinds of unhealthy food "for free" at my disposal, ruined my health.
At some point, I said to myself:
"Enough! I'm not sick, I'm not a victim. I have to do something!"
So I gradually started to change things.
Today I reached a weight of 68 kg, after a journey riddled with challenges.
I've stagnated at this weight for the past two months, but I feel much better.
I never went or felt hungry. For example, I eat three eggs for breakfast, along with a big bowl of cabbage salad.
Every day I go out and take at least 10,000 steps. I often reach 15,000, even 20,000.
My goal is to reach 60 kg by next summer.
I have completely eliminated sugar, including added sugar.
I no longer stop for pretzels at the corner shop.
I have noticed a huge change in my health:
My periods have regulated;
My depression has decreased significantly.
On days when I eat healthy and nutritious food, I feel very good mentally.
As I researched more about sugar, I discovered that there are studies that correlate it with an increase in cases of depression.
It’s no wonder you can find it on every shelf and in almost every processed food item.
For me, sugar has become “poison”, so it was easy for me to give it up.
I don't drink alcohol, I don't smoke, but I do face other challenges.
In the social groups I'm part of (especially at work), people tend to eat a lot and have unhealthy diets.
My colleagues get upset when I refuse eating sweets or cake for their birthday.
I avoid telling them that I don't eat sugar. I prefer to say that my doctor has forbidden me to eat white sugar.
After just two months without sugar, flour and oil (as Valentin says), my medical tests came out perfect. It was the first time in my adult life that this happened!
I realized that I had to honor my body and stop feeding it "poison".
Unfortunately, this change also led to the loss of a five-year friendship.
The person in question, who weighs almost 100 kg, has always discouraged me.
They told me that I would look ugly if I lost weight, that "my body got used to me being fat".
When I started losing weight, they distanced themselves from me, and now they despise me.
Moreover, my colleagues and acquaintances always ask me questions:
“Why are you doing this? Why are you on a diet? You are beautiful just the way you are”
I explain to them that it makes me feel better about myself, but they make fun of me when I’m having a bad day.
Their question is always the same: “Were you not feeling well? What happened?”
What’s more, I’ve even been accused of lying about my changes.
Some people ask me what cream I use to get such a clear skin.
When I tell them that it’s not about any miracle cream, but about the fact that I don’t eat junk anymore, they refuse to believe me.
People will judge you no matter the situation: they hate you when you’re fat and they hate you when you start losing weight.
It seems impossible to please everyone…