My continuing weight loss journey

I was in high school and severely obese.




I graduated from high school, severely obese.



Halfway through my 3rd semester in community college, I decided to change. Over the course of ~2 years I had lost roughly 140lb. I lost most of my weight with Weight Watchers.



I began to run.

I did 5Ks.





I worked up to a 15K.



Then things began to go downhill. I became depressed. I binged…hard. I gained a lot of weight back. About 80 pounds. I was filled with self-loathing. I hated myself. I graduated with my Bachelor's, and was once again obese and disgusted with how far backwards I slid.


But now I am learning to let go of the past. I can’t change it, so I’m not going to wallow in it. I measure my bf% now. I want to know what’s really changing. It’s a slow process, but it’s happening. I’ve found a bit of a passion in strength training.

So, now I lift things up.



And put them down.



I’m starting to run again. But I probably will be sticking to shorter distances for now.

The point of this simple sentence story? Your determination is not tested when this journey is easy. It’s tested when it’s difficult. When everything in your life is just telling you to give the **** up. But you do it anyways despite that.