Losing weight sucks.
I put on about 30 lbs.
That sucks. I've lost 25.
I still have some fat on me. It's only been a month and a half though, that's pretty good progress.
I finally understand how people get fat. It just creeps up on you, and one day you realize your jeans don't fit right anymore. When you bend over, something weird happens with your belly. It folds and flabs. You feel like shit, you get sick more often, you've lost your energy, and you feel like shit for being fat.
Maybe it's because I've been crazy fit all my life, and I've never even thought I'd ever be fat. I have stretch marks on my inner uppper thighs. I'm fucking disgusted in myself. I put scars on my body due to laziness. What a waste.
So, this is to all the overweight struggling against it. I finally understand.
It took me to snap back and bust it to lose this weight. I did it oldschool, diet right and labor hard. Run, lift, work, whatever. Do it as hard as you can. Go push mow the yard, even if you have a riding lawn mower. Go outside and wash and wax your car, even if it's not that dirty. Upgrade your home. Just make yourself active for as long as you can, then go work out.
Man it sucks. I never made fun of fat people, but I've looked at some and thought, "Well they just don't care". I was wrong. It's hard, slow, and difficult, and I feel like an ass for assuming otherwise about people I don't even know.
I don't even know how I could've have lost it going to school and working full time. I don't think I would've even had time.
I put on about 30 lbs.
That sucks. I've lost 25.
I still have some fat on me. It's only been a month and a half though, that's pretty good progress.
I finally understand how people get fat. It just creeps up on you, and one day you realize your jeans don't fit right anymore. When you bend over, something weird happens with your belly. It folds and flabs. You feel like shit, you get sick more often, you've lost your energy, and you feel like shit for being fat.
Maybe it's because I've been crazy fit all my life, and I've never even thought I'd ever be fat. I have stretch marks on my inner uppper thighs. I'm fucking disgusted in myself. I put scars on my body due to laziness. What a waste.
So, this is to all the overweight struggling against it. I finally understand.
It took me to snap back and bust it to lose this weight. I did it oldschool, diet right and labor hard. Run, lift, work, whatever. Do it as hard as you can. Go push mow the yard, even if you have a riding lawn mower. Go outside and wash and wax your car, even if it's not that dirty. Upgrade your home. Just make yourself active for as long as you can, then go work out.
Man it sucks. I never made fun of fat people, but I've looked at some and thought, "Well they just don't care". I was wrong. It's hard, slow, and difficult, and I feel like an ass for assuming otherwise about people I don't even know.
I don't even know how I could've have lost it going to school and working full time. I don't think I would've even had time.