Hi /r/loseit,
I'm writing this post mostly as a way to stay accountable and hopefully to stop blaming others for my weight loss failures.
I'm a 22 year old 6 foot tall male who previously weighed 250 pounds. Then I previously weighed 218 pounds. Now I weigh 230 pounds. Not coincidentally, the day I started climbing again was the day I moved into a large house with family exactly one month ago (yes, ONE month for TWELVE pounds, and I've already taken off some for water weight gains) -- the very same family who seem to think that me trying to lose weight is ridiculous, even though I am now reclassified as obese because of my climb.
Although I have no one but myself to blame, I can't stop seeing my weight gain as a result of a few key changes.
One: The refrigerator is constantly stuffed with (communal) shit food. My way of going about things was to keep NO bad food in the house. If I wanted to get a snack, I had to make a trip for it. I am slowly training myself as follows.
"This food is not mine. I did not buy this food. It is bad to eat this food."
Two: There is a constant influx of delivery food that I don't order. And when I say no, I get the most ridiculous looks! It is getting to the point that I have to be unpleasant just to get out of there and avoid stuffing my face. And, of course, most of the time I just decide to throw everything away and indulge anyway. What torments me the most is that if I can convince myself that pizza isn't worth it when I'm alone, why does it matter when someone else offers it? What's the big change?
Three: Food is set aside for me when I don't request it. Nay, I actually made the following mandate. "I am an adult. You do not need to feed me. I know you think I'm not eating enough, but that is simply not true. When I need food I will find it. And even when I don't need food, I remain confident I will still be able to find it." What do I find the next day? A special order container of sausage and cheese. Specially ordered for me. Because I am losing so much weight.
Four: Even in the absence of one through three, I only barely managed to steadily lose weight when I lived alone. Think of it as a marathon, and I'm a snail on the track. This snail has some bad habits but managed to overcome them . . . enough. Except now I'm a snail who has recently discovered rocket booster shoes and is traveling in the opposite direction because fuck keeping progress, I want to eat until I look like jabba the hut.
Okay, rant over. Like I said, this is so I can see in print just how ridiculous it is to blame others in my situation. Tomorrow I begin my journey anew, family influence or not. I appreciate the read and any helpful comments you may have, especially if you've been in a similar situation.
Submitted October 27, 2014 at 03:11AM by somadIcanteven http://ift.tt/1t6LPaG loseit
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