Here's a link to some pics of the damage to the truck (my knees did that)
I know it’s not a ton of weight, but i’m so excited to know my body is changing! I’ve lost over 50 lbs before, but it was by no means healthy or sustainable. Ive never had a great relationship with food and stepping on the scale gives me so much anxiety. I decided to weigh myself today because I started to fear that nothing was happening.
Two months ago I started my journey by working out at least once a week and tracking my calories on MFP. I now lift weights 5x a week and even increased my calorie intake because I was feeling hungry all the time. Lifting weights has changed my life and how I feel towards my body. I have never felt so strong (I try to arm wrestle my boyfriend once a week 😂) and i’m excited to get even stronger.
The most important thing I have learned on this journey is how to be kind and patient with myself. I still have 10 pounds to go, but i’m not in any rush and finally trusting the process. I’m really proud of myself today :)
I went to adult night at the roller rink by my house last night. At least 3 men grabbed my waist, 1 of which actually pulled me down to the ground.
He then yelled at me, that I was going to fall and he was rescuing me.
Is this common? As a sexual assault survivor I'm very uncomfortable with large strange men touching me like that.
I had a fun time getting around the rink (even though everyone was too fast and talented for me to do more than skate straight and do bubbles) but I'm scared to return.
My mother is my absolute enemy. She hates that I’m pregnant and since we work together (only 2 days a week though) she keeps giving me a dirty look when she seems me snacking. I told her that I need to eat something every 2 hours or else I will throw up! I’ve thrown up from hunger 2 days ago and last week and the week before! Plus I’m always nauseous and snacking helps. But she just keeps telling me to not eat so much (mind you I eat what I ate before with just some more snacks like mandarins or dry cereal which is healthy!) and her comments are pissing me off. How am I supposed to “watch my waist” if I’m growing a human?! Does she think I need to starve myself to not look pregnant?? I hate her so much right now and our relationship is terrible. Ugh I just want to tell her to F off and mind her own business!
Okay rant over. I can go back to being bitter at work now.
Update: Thank you to everyone standing up for me and for the lovely comments. It was really nice reading what everyone said, it’s like having a bunch of older sisters.❤️ And I just ate a nice bog bowl of Neapolitan ice cream because I deserve it, I’m growing my baby!
For anyone who’s wanting to read the original, it’s here.
I just wanted to update anyone who had read my story because I finally have an update to give. I’m sorry that it’s long.
TD;LR: Things got worse before they got better. I got the courage to finally call it quits.
I(27f) can’t lie and say that I immediately ended things with my ex(28m) after I posted about my issue. I tried to end things with him, but he told me he didn’t accept my answer and we were going to work through it. He told me that I could sleep with anyone I wanted as long as I didn’t leave him. There was guilt tripping about splitting up our family, reminders about it the fact that I was stuck at home at that point because my job was closed due to COVID, and eventually I just gave up and regrettably resigned our lease.
I did start thinking about our relationship as a whole though. There were and are a lot of critical concerns that I’ve been ignoring for a long time.
I continued cucking my ex on occasion. Which was amazing and horrible because getting to have the deliciously mind blowing sex with my bull happened so infrequently it would leave me feeling incredibly touch starved. I also hated having to tell my ex about it afterwards while he’d masturbate of have me jerk him off. It felt incredibly violating to watch him get off on something that I really just wanted to keep to myself.
To balance it out I started working out, lost like 50lbs after gaining a bunch of weight in quarantine. I was finally able to start back at work in September after my daughter’s first birthday. I ended up getting COVID in November which set me back significantly financially for about a solid month. My job gave me a really amazing Christmas bonus and I put all of it towards catching up financially. I don’t really ask my ex for money because somehow he’s always broke. I don’t get it.
This year so far, I got promoted at work and that came with a really nice raise. I got in touch with a psychiatrist and got on medication for my anxiety and a mood stabiliser and with all that combined I finally got the courage to break things off with him for good. I’m kind of stuck living in our apartment until our lease is up, but I’ve been putting so much money away that I’ll have more than enough to move and be able to support myself and my daughter.
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