I’ve lost almost 240lbs, please do not congratulate me on this as I never should have let myself get to heavy in the first place.
Of course yes I feel better than I did when I was super morbidly obese, I’m fit and healthy and have no doubt added time to my life. My life is better in every single aspect. No more medications, less headaches, less tired, more energy etc etc.
That said, I can’t help feel a bit underwhelmed, I’m not sure what it is, maybe because it’s such a gradual process, and there’s no solid finish line. I used my weight as a crutch, an excuse for why I was happy staying in a dead end job, why I couldn’t date and have relationships or friendships.
Now that the weight is (mostly) gone, I feel exposed, there’s no excuses anymore. And it makes me feel a bit uneasy.
It’s probably just because this has all happened so fast, not sure, could also be because I’m in my mid 30’s now and things like dating go up in difficulty by several orders of magnitude at our age.
I wonder if anyone else has been through this, that has gone from being practically disabled and destined to an early death, to basically having a second chance at life.