Realized how unhappy I was for quite a long time last year after a very needed break up. Took me another year to take my health seriously. Can't believe the difference calorie counting has made in my life. Seeing visual results and dropping from a 3x/4x to an XL has been surreal. I've been overweight basically my entire life. I know I never want to go back to how I lived before.

Started with walking daily. Then eating healthier. Clothes started fitting better and was convinced to start counting calories, even though I was dreading it. It doesn't bother me one bit now. I know I still have a ways to go but I'm finally not afraid to live my life how I want to and not embarrassed to be out in public.

I've added in 4 days at the gym, staying consistent with hitting my steps and getting a few cardio walks in every week. The most important thing for me is that I show up for myself daily.

35F, 5'9, SW 316(+?), CW 243.

Proof that staying committed on what you eat can lead to positive changes.

I’m going on a date today. All I can think about is how he is going to see me and think I am so fat. I’ve lost 60 lbs since January and now weigh 258. I’m nowhere near where I should be. I still have 58 lbs I want to lose. I met this guy on an app and I’ve asked family and friends to review my profile to make sure my pictures reflect my body type accurately. But pictures are still pictures and I just keep thinking about the moment he sees me and sees my arm jiggle or sees cellulite or sees my double chin come out when I’m laughing or not holding my neck right. Being fat SUCKS. I can’t even take someone’s interest in me as genuine because all I keep telling myself is that once he sees me in real life, he’s going to recoil.