Yeah, it gets really hard. My best piece of advice is to stop comparing yourself to others. 200 could sound ideal to us, but people at that weight can be struggling with their own insecurities. It’s important to focus on the things you love yourself because thinking positively encourages more positivity, which will ultimately lead to a happier life :)
Every body is different and will lose weight differently, but there are exercises you can do that will help building muscle in those areas, helping to prevent you from losing in those areas. Squats are pretty great for your butt. Any followers with advice? Please reply directly on this post!
That’s awesome! Congratulations and I’m proud of you for showing off what you’ve got :)
This blog isn’t anti-weight loss, it’s about loving yourself at any size because losing weight won’t make you happy. If you have legitimate medical reasons for weight loss and you approach it from a healthy viewpoint, I support that decision.
That being said, do any followers have advice for how to keep a nice booty, despite weight loss? Please reply directly on this post!
Thank you for clarifying! Like I said, I really don’t know much about their blog, but that’s a good point. Everyone knows thinner people who are unhealthy and bigger people who are in good shape. There are clearly more factors to health than just weight.
That being said, I try to tell our followers who are reaching out for weight loss/becoming healthier advice to consult a doctor or nutritionist so that they are able to reach their goals in ways that only benefit their bodies.
Thanks! I love when readers pretty much hit the nail on the head with what I am trying to do here. I’ve never read This is Thin Privilege, so I won’t speak about them, but all I can speak for myself when I say that I try to give my followers the best advice I have through my own experiences, no matter what they are asking for help with.
Please please please talk to someone about these feelings. Taking your life due to these problems would be a big mistake; whether or not you believe people, you have people in your life who love you and aren’t lying when they tell you you’re beautiful! Your life is so important.
Some days are harder than others. It’s easy to get discouraged and let the negative thoughts take over, but it’s crucial that you try to focus on the positive. If you repeat to yourself that you’re fat and ugly, of course you’ll believe that. But if you try to focus on the things you like about yourself, you’ll learn through baby steps to love who you are.
Did you doctor give you suggestions for work outs that will best suit you? If not, I would get in contact with them in order to make sure you are doing what is best for your body, given your condition.
For some non-expert advice, I’m around that weight and my energy levels allow me to elliptical for 45 minutes, though breaking a sweat, I finish feeling content and not overly exhausted. If I have more time, I’ll go on a hike for a couple of hours or a walk outside. I think it’s important to listen to your body. Do what you feel capable of doing, pushing yourself, but never hurting yourself.
If anyone has workout suggestions, please reply on this post.
I’ve been battling with this for quite some time now and, I’m ready to put all of my emotions out there and hopefully gain some connection to those who’ve been through something like this. My name is Briana, I’m 5’6” and I weigh 274 pounds.
When I was 6, my mother put me on my first official diet and, from then on, it’s been an uphill battle of fighting what seems to be the inevitable. It’s a constant cycle of her finding a new diet (this time it’ll be easier Briana! Just put the effort forth), giving me a big and grandiose speech about how we’re going to work ‘together’ to lose the weight, both of us using the new program for a few months, her deciding that she’s done and binge eating, and then me following in her footsteps because I have no choice since she stops buying the diet food. In between all of this my mother always makes comments about my weight, my looks, my ‘laziness’, and my dedication. And it hurts.
I’ve self harmed for about the past four year because I just could never, and really I still can’t, accept the idea that I’m okay the way I am. Mostly because I’ve never been told by my mother that I’m fine the way I am. It’s always, “Your eyes are so beautiful, but your cheeks are a little round.” or, “Don’t worry we’ll get the weight off before Prom so you can look beautiful in your dress.”, and finally “You’re gorgeous Briana! You just need to lose some weight and you’ll be happy.”
I’ve struggled through depression, anxiety, OCD, and insomnia for years now and I’ve kept it all bottled inside of me until around November. I walked up to my mother and showed her my scars, my cuts, and my pain. I refrained from telling her about my mini-battle with bulimia because I didn’t think she could handle it and I was able to overcome that myself a few years prior. While she was upset, of course, she couldn’t risk pointing the blame to herself. I told her that I hate myself, I told her that I purposefully walk certain ways so I don’t accidentally see my reflection, I told her that I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin that it doesn’t even feel like me.
Her reaction was, “Obviously this is because of your weight! We’re starting a new diet tomorrow.” And thus, the cycle started again. I’ve been suffering in silence for so long and while I definitely want to lose weight, I don’t want to do it for these reasons. It feels wrong to force this upon myself when I’m still battling so many other demons and I’m terrified that if I do manage to shed some pounds it’ll send me into a horrible remission. I never feel like I’m good enough for her and it’s reached it’s boiling point.
I’m not afraid to say this, I hate my mother. I love her because I have too but, I hate her for what she’s done. I hate her because I can’t even tell her about any of this because she’ll spiral out of control and put the blame on me while simultaneously making it about her. This has all come to a head in the past month and I’m doing my best to skate by. I’m going to college in a year so, hopefully I can manage. I’m still on the diet and I can already feel a sort of remission beginning, and not because I want it. Because my body is so preconditioned to punishing itself when these things occur. I’ve lost my appetite completely, I’ve been taking a surplus of vitamins and pills to upset my stomach so I don’t want to eat, and I only consume anything at dinner because my parents are both around.
A majority of this submission was to vent, as well as finally lay all of my cards out on the table and hopefully finds someone that understands me. My mother always asks me who my hero is and she scolds me when I don’t say it’s her. But how could she be my hero when one of my only goals in life is too never become her? So my question, pulled away from all of this emotion is, When does it stop becoming motherly love and start becoming bullying?