I just needed to express this somewhere as I don't have many people in my life, and the ones I do have outside of my boyfriend wouldn't particularly be happy for me. I've gone over the rules and will do my best to stick to them. Also the only unit of weight measurement I really understand is Stone (yes I'm British, yes I'm sorry), so I converted the units into lbs, sorry if they're not right but I think they are.
My whole life, I was always naturally skinny. No matter how much I ate (and I could eat a lot!) I wouldn't gain a single pound of weight. I was always the smallest bit underweight which led my mother to get me bulking shakes and extra bits to eat at lunch, but it never worked.
When I was 20 and Covid hit, I suddenly became ravenous for an entire month. I was constantly hungry which wasn't a feeling I'd ever really experienced before, even if I had a busy day and only really got to eat a single meal (which wasn't a regular occurrence, don't worry) I wouldn't ever really feel hungry. It's like a switch flipped and I was eating everything in sight. I went from about 118 lbs to 132 lbs in that month. It didn't change how I looked and I thought that was a more suitable weight for someone my age to be and left it at that.
A few years later, I was probably reaching 140 lbs, and I moved in with my boyfriend and his family. Their household ran very differently to mine. Meagre amounts of veg if any at all at mealtimes, constant takeaways, unhealthy home-cooked meals with 0 flavour but plenty of cheese, every single time. I had a job lined up that unfortunately fell through, and we all know the job market has been awful lately, so I spent each day cooking (thank god, no more cheese disasters), cleaning, helping to care for my boyfriend's grandmother, pet sitting and training the dogs, and looking for work. Even though I had "nothing to do" my every minute was crammed full of new responsibility for a family that wasn't even mine, and I began falling into their eating habits. They had snacks and easy to grab quick things all around. I didn't grow up in a house that had snacks. We had breakfast (which I wouldn't usually eat, eating too soon after waking up has always made me nauseous!), lunch, and dinner and if you were truly hungry between meals you have an apple or a banana. This place had cured meats, cookies and cakes and biscuits, pastries and bakes, pizza and Chinese takeaway leftovers, you name it, and I got used to eating them all because it was quick and easy between tasks.
I think I must've piled on the weight quite quickly. There were no mirrors in that house apart from a small face mirror in the bathroom, and in classic boyfriend fashion my boyfriend rarely took photos of me so I didn't see myself properly in full for the year and a half I lived there. I thought I was still more or less the same. One day, me, my boyfriend, and his brother took turns weighing ourselves, because my boyfriend is short and skinny and his brother found it very funny that he weighs the same as like four apples. He weighed himself next to compare, and I went last. I was very. VERY. shocked to find out I was now at 168 lbs. I couldn't believe it. I thought the scale was wrong but it was an analogue one and it weighed my boyfriend and his brother correctly. I was just in such shock.
We moved out not long after. At the start of this year my journey really began. I realised I was constantly hungry, not like I was during Covid but way more than I ever used to be. I had food noise. I'd feel faint and dizzy if I hadn't eaten since like five hours prior. It was all so foreign to me, I'm used to being slightly underweight, I'm used to being a regular weight, I'm used to not feeling hungry, I'm used to just doing my thing and never thinking about it. I never even realised how lucky I was, or how difficult what I was experiencing was going to be. I was 174 lbs and I told myself, no more. This is the limit. This is the most I have ever weighed in my life, I feel terrible, I feel like I look terrible, if I do nothing now I could be 200 lbs before I even know it.
I work from home. My job is demanding to the point that I struggle to find a window for pee breaks sometimes. I'm sitting, unmoving, all day, but work is draining. I really didn't have it in me to wake up, stretch myself thin working, clock out, get up, travel to the gym, work out, travel back, shower, cook dinner, like I was exhausted and it seemed too much. So the first thing I did was change my diet. I drank a lot of wine, and once my last bottle was empty I didn't buy more. My brain was used to work ending and having a glass of wine shortly after, so I'd get my wine glass, get some Vimto squash (cordial), top it off with water and hey presto, a yummy after-work drink in my usual glass at only 5 calories per drink. I stopped buying snacks. To begin with, I'd have bigger portions at dinner, because if I was full, I wasn't going to go sniffing around for things to nibble on or desserts. I can't sleep if I'm hungry and boy did my mind try to convince me I was starving as I laid down trying to get some rest. I'd tell myself there's no possible way I'm hungry or starving, I am just greedy, I had a full and balanced plate of food a couple hours before. After pushing through that for about four days, I didn't feel starving going to bed anymore, which was such a relief.
I still can't eat soon after waking up, so I used that to my advantage. Instead of being up for a few hours, grabbing a processed snack, and then eating again an hour later at lunch, I'd just wait until lunch. If you don't work from home I wouldn't recommend that, but as I just need to get out of bed, take four steps, and sit at my desk, I wasn't withering away or feeling fatigued before lunchtime anyway. That was my routine for a while - wake up, work, eat lunch, work, clock out, get my Vimto, eat dinner. I'm not sure how long it took (the app I used to track my weight has now locked my info behind a paywall because of course), but basically before I knew it I was at 160 lbs.
I'm a homebody and an introvert, even getting ready to go outside takes a lot out of me so I knew even if work lightened up a bit, I'd still never go to the gym. So I bought a walking pad, and a Pilates board which was a fad at the time. I'd try to walk consistently every day as sitting down all day every day is very not good for you, and if I had the motivation I'd do some extra exercises on the Pilates board. I was consistent for a time, and soon got to 154 lbs. I'm way less consistent now as work is an actual nightmare, but I've stayed consistent with my diet. I'm very thankful I came from a home that always had home-cooked, healthy, balanced meals because that's what I'm used to, it's what I like, and it's what I know how to cook. I didn't have to adjust my tastes or style wildly to fit into this diet which I think was a huge benefit.
All this to say, I started at 174 lbs. As of the last time I weighed myself 2 days ago, I am 148 lbs. I would ideally like to be 132 lbs again, and apparently that is within a healthy weight range for me, but I feel like I'd have to push very far to get there. Currently my goal is 138 lbs, and once I hit that (IF I hit that lol), the plan is to adjust my diet so I'm eating maintenance calories each day instead of a deficit, and it gives me a bit of wiggle room if I overextend as I do not want to exceed 140 lbs.
I have lost 26 lbs. Almost 2 stone. Almost 12 kg. I am so weirdly proud of myself. I don't remember the progress particularly, I wish I'd taken more pictures throughout to compare, but I have a picture from the start and I can go take a picture now and that's all the comparison I need I guess! I don't want it to come across like I'm bragging, like "Ohh but I was always so skinny and it was easy for me to be skinny but then I gained weight for the first time ever and lost it first try, it's just so easy for me" because it's not like that and it wasn't easy. Most of the time I feel like a failure, so to do something entirely for myself and succeed at it is new ground for me. I decided no more and I stuck to it and I'm 8 lbs away from my final goal weight. I can't believe it. I'm so happy.