Darth Pooh
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Two years ago today I started my lifestyle change (well, technically, the 29th of September I signed up for LA Weightloss, but I didn't start the change until the 2nd) because I needed to do something at the age of 27 (I felt old for being 27)...
So two years later, and a matter of losing about 120 lbs and then regaining 20 (bulk), then losing 10 more brings me to this point...
I think I am still unhappy. Let me clarify... I am very happy about numerous things... I have my health, which is amazing in terms of turn around. I went from being the unhealthiest person I knew to being the healthiest. I completely turned around my depression and years of self loathing into a positive situation... not to mention I found an amazing woman who compliments me better than I could ever imagine.
So, why am I unhappy? I feel that the effort I put into my weight-loss and turn around has been rewarded with a slap in the face from nature. I have a decent build in my arms, chest, legs... then you get into my stomach area. It's irony at it's finest, there are slight silhouettes of abs, but it's complete mush at the same time. Clothes are miracle workers... and when people ask why I am still "dieting" , it's because I am trying to lose the last amount of fat stuck in the skin folds in my abdomen area, but they don't get it. I've been told that I am superfit and well built. I've also been told that I am an idiot for continuning to cut excess weight... I believe I am unhappy because these people I see and hear from on a regular basis don't know my struggle when I am in front of the mirror. I still see a Frericka Bimmel standing in front of me. I am not unhappy in terms of my life... I think I am unhappy in terms of my loneliness.
So two years later, and a matter of losing about 120 lbs and then regaining 20 (bulk), then losing 10 more brings me to this point...
I think I am still unhappy. Let me clarify... I am very happy about numerous things... I have my health, which is amazing in terms of turn around. I went from being the unhealthiest person I knew to being the healthiest. I completely turned around my depression and years of self loathing into a positive situation... not to mention I found an amazing woman who compliments me better than I could ever imagine.
So, why am I unhappy? I feel that the effort I put into my weight-loss and turn around has been rewarded with a slap in the face from nature. I have a decent build in my arms, chest, legs... then you get into my stomach area. It's irony at it's finest, there are slight silhouettes of abs, but it's complete mush at the same time. Clothes are miracle workers... and when people ask why I am still "dieting" , it's because I am trying to lose the last amount of fat stuck in the skin folds in my abdomen area, but they don't get it. I've been told that I am superfit and well built. I've also been told that I am an idiot for continuning to cut excess weight... I believe I am unhappy because these people I see and hear from on a regular basis don't know my struggle when I am in front of the mirror. I still see a Frericka Bimmel standing in front of me. I am not unhappy in terms of my life... I think I am unhappy in terms of my loneliness.