I am literally crying after my first workout of the year. i thought I’d feel proud of myself because I haven’t had a proper workout that wasn’t just walking in months, but I just feel weak and bitter that other people can eat as much as me and still look normal because they’re taller. Fuck all those “you’re short, so your appetite should match your body” posts!!
I’m so much weaker than before and I’m overweight. Back then, I was at least fat and “fit” (i.e. average level of fitness), but now I’m just fat! And I’ve realized that there’s no difference between how fitter me and not fit me is perceived because they’re both fat! And I don’t care if “exercise makes you feel stronger.” Being stronger did nothing for my self-esteem. I’d rather be like those skinny girls who run out of breath when they walk up stairs than be fat and fast/strong like I used to be.
I feel like I worked so hard back then. Definitely not as good as others who workout like two hours a day and barely eat or whatever, but at one point, I was getting in at least 30 minutes in every day, but it all feels like it was for nothing. I fought so hard with my appetite and tried to get it to be normal like everyone else’s, but I failed and binged every other day.
When I hit my goal weight, I didn’t even feel good. Because I had no idea how to maintain it without feeling anxious about food and exercise.
Even when I thought I was thin enough, I’d get comments on how my legs were big, and I couldn’t wear the clothes everyone around me wears because my stomach was never flat even during the one week I was close to underweight before I ruined all of my progress and quickly went back to my starting weight. And now I’ve gone beyond that starting weight. Literally what was the point!!
I can’t imagine having to do that all over again. I constantly felt like I was battling with myself over whether I could eat or not. A part of me prefers being fat right now and feeling less anxiety over food. I know I’d look a little better (but not even significantly) if I lost even just 10 pounds (which takes forever at 4’10 like y’all know) but the idea of redoing everything again just brings me to tears.
I’m so much weaker than before and I’m overweight. Back then, I was at least fat and “fit” (i.e. average level of fitness), but now I’m just fat! And I’ve realized that there’s no difference between how fitter me and not fit me is perceived because they’re both fat! And I don’t care if “exercise makes you feel stronger.” Being stronger did nothing for my self-esteem. I’d rather be like those skinny girls who run out of breath when they walk up stairs than be fat and fast/strong like I used to be.
I feel like I worked so hard back then. Definitely not as good as others who workout like two hours a day and barely eat or whatever, but at one point, I was getting in at least 30 minutes in every day, but it all feels like it was for nothing. I fought so hard with my appetite and tried to get it to be normal like everyone else’s, but I failed and binged every other day.
When I hit my goal weight, I didn’t even feel good. Because I had no idea how to maintain it without feeling anxious about food and exercise.
Even when I thought I was thin enough, I’d get comments on how my legs were big, and I couldn’t wear the clothes everyone around me wears because my stomach was never flat even during the one week I was close to underweight before I ruined all of my progress and quickly went back to my starting weight. And now I’ve gone beyond that starting weight. Literally what was the point!!
I can’t imagine having to do that all over again. I constantly felt like I was battling with myself over whether I could eat or not. A part of me prefers being fat right now and feeling less anxiety over food. I know I’d look a little better (but not even significantly) if I lost even just 10 pounds (which takes forever at 4’10 like y’all know) but the idea of redoing everything again just brings me to tears.