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I’ve battled bathroom scales ever since I left high school. From a moderate 51kg 16 year old, I morphed into a stranded beach whale at 72kgs by the time I turned 22. Since then, I’ve been on the Cambridge diet, the low-fat diet, the Atkins diet, the South Beach Diet, the don’t-eat-anything diet. You name it, I’ve dieted it.
In 2003, I achieve what many, thought impossible; I got down to 52kg by making dieting my religion, and exercising my creed. By leading a life, which was, in no way normal - absolutely no sugar, no rice, no noodles, no potatoes, no fat, no diary, no fast food, no supper, no fruits, no fried food. I worked out till the point of exhaustion, nothing less than 2 hours a day, everyday. But still, I did it! I was fifty-whoopy-doooo-two.
Unfortunately, all the effort have now gone to waste. I started working and the old habits got to me. It is really hard for me to express how depressing it is to have so much of clothes I can no longer fit into.
Now at 65.6kg, and standing at only over 5 feet - I feel absolutely helpless and depressed.
If you’ve ever been fat, then semi-slim again, you will know the extent of how superficial people can be. You’ll know how belittling it feels when someone tell another “You’re mama’s so fat” joke even if it’s not directed at you. You’ll know what it feels like when a sales girl tells you that they don’t have a larger size because the black pants (always chose black when you’re fat, it acts as a camouflage) you have on, which is too tight, is XL, the largest size they carry.
I am trying to get back into it but I just don’t know where to start with my hectic work schedule and all. Help me please.
In 2003, I achieve what many, thought impossible; I got down to 52kg by making dieting my religion, and exercising my creed. By leading a life, which was, in no way normal - absolutely no sugar, no rice, no noodles, no potatoes, no fat, no diary, no fast food, no supper, no fruits, no fried food. I worked out till the point of exhaustion, nothing less than 2 hours a day, everyday. But still, I did it! I was fifty-whoopy-doooo-two.
Unfortunately, all the effort have now gone to waste. I started working and the old habits got to me. It is really hard for me to express how depressing it is to have so much of clothes I can no longer fit into.
Now at 65.6kg, and standing at only over 5 feet - I feel absolutely helpless and depressed.
If you’ve ever been fat, then semi-slim again, you will know the extent of how superficial people can be. You’ll know how belittling it feels when someone tell another “You’re mama’s so fat” joke even if it’s not directed at you. You’ll know what it feels like when a sales girl tells you that they don’t have a larger size because the black pants (always chose black when you’re fat, it acts as a camouflage) you have on, which is too tight, is XL, the largest size they carry.
I am trying to get back into it but I just don’t know where to start with my hectic work schedule and all. Help me please.
