So, around April last year I got mad-depressed, didn’t leave the house for about 2 months except for my eight hour weekend shift, and was planning to drop out of college because I’d developed an overwhelming fear of the future. This basically resulted in loads of comfort eating and zero exercise, ending with me gaining well over 2st. The first photo was taken post-breakdown, on my birthday, in San Francisco, where I think I weighed around 13st9, although it was probably a lot more than that; I stopped weighing myself when I noticed how drastic the gain was.
That summer ended up being a turning point, and since then I’ve been eating reasonably healthily, but around January this year I decided to take my health more seriously. I still eat awful food, but now I do my best to balance my diet. I still have days where I don’t get to work on my fitness, but I do my best to counter for that by pushing myself when I do.
Recently I hit my target weight for this summer of 11st8 - not ideal for someone who’s only 5’5, but it’s still a start and something I’m pretty proud of. Hopefully posting this here will encourage me to stop slacking and get down to my next target of 10st5.
tl;dr: post-sadness, I’m still fairly fat but doing really well.
This is probably the most open I’ve ever been on the internet about myself, so make the most of it.