At 248, I couldn’t stand the sight of myself without a shirt. Wouldn’t leave my room without a shirt, even in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t put in my glasses until I was dressed. At the same time, I felt like I couldn’t do anything about it because life was so hectic and I couldn’t even see the first step.
Here I am 40 pounds later and the most important thing is if I see myself in the mirror, I don’t look away. I’m more comfortable in my skin. I’ve found muscles that were hiding under the fat. I just feel better about myself in general. Honestly, that’s more important than the health aspects.