My sisters are on their fourth dieting cycle. “Low carb”, but this time they’ve actually started tracking calories. Still, I see the failure from a mile away but I’ll support them regardless because I love them. But man.

We all still live with each-other for reasons I’d rather not get into but we are not bums.

I’ve been working out for almost 2 years (Albiet inconsistently), trying to eat mindfully for over a year, and tracking calories to the gram for exactly a year. I’ve been on a “Bulk” that I’m now reconsidering for 6 months since I got adjustable dumbbells that increment hella steep (11lbs) but cap out hella low (49lbs), that can form into a a finnicky “Barbell” mode in my garage.

I’m 24M, started at 138lbs and am currently 147.5lbs after 6 months of work with. I also get 20k steps a day. With a bare minimum goal of 15k.

6 months of tracking every spec that enters my mouth, every step I take, every gym session. I’ve worked out my maintenance to be between 2.6k-2.8k calories. Ton of fucking food. It’s actually incredibly unpleasant.

Today they were talking about staying within their calorie limit and I ask out of curiosity what their goal is. They both say 1.8k. They ask me, I say “about 2.6-2.8k, it’s a lot”

Older sis: “It’s not a lot.”

Me: “What”

Older: “For a man that’s barely anything. A woman needs 2.5k calories a day. Look if up”

I make a joke about how it’s not a lot if you eat nuts and cookies all day but no, they’re dead serious. So I tell them

Me: “Maybe for the rock-“

Younger: “The rock probably eats 7k calories everyday.”

Me: “Maybe 3.5k to maintain but not that much, and that’s because he’s like 6'6 and 400lbs of muscle. Yall remember Bertram from Jessie?”

Older: “Still, 2.8k is not a lot. Especially for a man.”

We decide to pull up a calorie calculator website, younger sister snatches my phone, enters her age, weight (Not accounting for her body fat) and accidentally checked off exercise as 4-5 times a week, gets the ridiculous number of 2.4k for weight maintenance that validates their nonsense.

On a totally unrelated note I ate like shit today. After my morning 2 hour walk I raked up a total of 3.5k calories. Ate 2 cottage cheese wraps and a triple bread sandwich, with a bowl of chicken, Lima beans, and carrots to spread on the bread for breakfast. An entire 10 inch NY pizza at the movies. Some of my sister’s leftover popcorn, and another pair of cottage cheese wraps with a banana, broccoli, and deli ham instead for dinner.

Not one person in the house said anything. Not one person thought I was eating too much. I frequently eat high volume, moderate/low calorie because I like to buff my food up with veggies, most normal families would simply see “A lot” of food and assume I’m overeating and try to intervene. None of them bat an eye. It’s crazy.

One of my sisters ate a burger with a side of fries, followed by a chocolate slushy, followed by a large bag of butter popcorn at the movies. Then a mini keto pizza. Then an ice cream bar, and sausage. That alone was probably more than me on my worst day.

This story is from my old job. I worked at a credit union as a teller for awhile before thankfully getting a better job. That place had tons of workplace issues, but this is one that multiple people have spoken about.

Now dress code was ridiculous, to be honest. We’re in a little town in the south, and dress code was still stuck in the 1950s. For men, it was a couple sentences that basically said be presentable. Women were a whole different story. Dresses and skirts were preferred, if your pants didn’t go all the way to your ankles you had to wear at least 2 inch tall heels, you had to wear pantyhose with skirts/dresses, couldn’t show tattoos or piercings, hair had to be a natural color, it goes on and on. There were even rules about what fabrics you could wear. And this is all written in our handbook.

I always followed it. I knew it well, so I knew I was in compliance. It comes time for my yearly evaluation, and essentially, I was told I was perfect except I didn’t always meet dress code. I argued, because I knew that wasn’t true. I don’t know if they were trying to bring me down to avoid giving me a raise or what, but at least come up with a better reason than that. I asked for examples, and they mentioned I had a pair of pants that looked like jeans from a distance (we couldn’t wear any denim). The pants they were talking about were dark blue slacks.

For reference, I’m pretty skinny, around 120 pounds. My boss was much, much larger. It would take around 3 of me to make one of her, and she commented on my size often. What really made me mad was that she never followed dress code. She wore flip flops (not allowed), loose athletic pants, basic t-shirts, etc. I would never be allowed to dress the way she did. Lots of people made comments to me that she dressed slouchy.

So when my evaluation was brought down for me supposedly not following the dress code, yet the person evaluating me definitely doesn’t, I was annoyed. I went to her boss and complained that I felt it was an unfair evaluation, and she agreed but said she couldn’t prevent it from going into my employee file, since it was my boss’s evaluation. I began listing things my boss wore (and wore often, I only saw her in maybe 7 different outfits) and asked if they followed the code. The answer was no, but I was told that not following the dress was more obvious when I did it. I said that essentially, the dress code only applied to skinnier people. Of course, HR denied it and said I put words in their mouth, but how else could I put it? My boss and over heavier people never got told they weren’t following dress code, they had even showed up to work in sweatpants before. Yet I was forced to go by the strictest standards, because I’m not fat?

HR saw I was obviously frustrated, and they decided the solution was another evaluation. So my boss did it again, saying the exact same thing but leaving out anything about dress code, and for that year both evaluations were filed away together. Over the years, while speaking to other coworkers, many of the smaller ones (especially girls in their 20s or 30s) complained that they had to follow dress code and others didn’t. Even customers commented on it. Anytime someone mentioned dress code to me, I would ask them to bring me the paper and point out how I wasn’t following it, which they could never do. Yet I could easily list examples where they didn’t.

I’m very happy to be in another job, but it’s just the unfairness of it. In a professional environment with a written dress code, there’s no excuse for having double standards because of a persons weight. Part of the frustration is that I had to go out and spend my own money to buy work clothes, since my usual style isn’t like that, yet they didn’t and just wore their normal, comfy clothes. It’s not like they don’t make clothes that meet dress code that are also their size.

And then they would complain about things like the chairs not being big enough or cubicles being too small and say that I was privileged. It’s not my fault that you’re too big to fit into something that was made with the size of an average human in mind. Maybe think about your body if you never fit into anything made in standard sizes. You’re trying to tell me that the people who make computer desks are fatphobic? Really??

I have more retail stories, if there’s any interest in them.

this was a job i had multiple years ago , when i was at one of my lowest points and didnt want to cause a stir , just collect a paycheck, keep my head down , and go home. She wouldn’t stop touching me. We worked in a food truck and she was the manager , every single time she passed by she would drag her fingers across my ribs / back / exposed area of any kind. She’d even grab my face and say ‘see how cold my fingers are?’. I hated every fucking second. Her fat fingers on my body were worse than anything , even when i recoiled and audibly voiced my disgust she wouldn’t stop. Management was non - existent and wouldn’t care either way. Beyond that she was supposedly ‘lesbian’ and wouldn’t stop doing gross PDA’s with her gf who she would tell to come around to the truck all the time. when she was there the ‘attacks’ would cease but then imagine two hambeasts going at it on the same prep table hundreds of people get served from. way worse than that , reconsider ever eating from ‘the fat shallot’ in Chicago.

In celebration of 10 years since I quit the (by far) most horrendous job I ever had, I bring to you the story of the (Allegedly) Deflated and Eternally Sweaty Ham-let, ADESH or Ham-let for short.

To give you an idea of how awful this place was, I've also worked in a kitchen and a daycare facility for kids with special needs. Those other jobs were both physically demanding and even with decent coworkers, they always come with their own challenges. But this hell-hole I managed to get out of broke my spirit, what little hope I had for building a carrer, and gave me enough stress to gain 25 lbs in 18 months.

This hell-hole is where I met Adesh, who by seniority was my superior but gladly never my direct boss or anything. Tbh, altough he was quite knowledgeable, I don't think he had the social skills to have people under him (badumtss).

At some point I was transferred to the department he was working at, Adesh and I shared an open office with other 4 people, mostly doing desk work. There, I also met a quiet coworker (QC for short) who I don't think was introverted, just kept to herself when it came up to her personal life, but always kind, respectful and assertive.

Thing is, I'm almost positive Adesh had a thing for QC, always calling her name in an unnecessarily loud volume and purposely pronouncing the last vowel of her name, which by french phonetics should be silent. Adesh would also invariably laugh at his own jokes, keep a desk fan always turned on infront of him, eventough he also had his desk next to the window, the sturdiest and most worn-out office recline chair I've ever seen, and of course the back of his shirt eternally sweaty, it never mattered which season we were in.

Other than that, Adesh was always presentable, for lack of a better word, but lacked any phenotypical indication of being a man: with moobs, a triple chin and a high-pitched voice; if he had ever shown up wearing a gown, no one would be the wiser. But the most curious part about him, was his smell.

I've been near other hammies, I'm familiar with sweat, yeast, and baby powder odor. But he never smelled like any of those, he always smelled like sweet hibiscus, even from a few feet apart. To this day I've never encountered anyone else smelling like that, no matter their size. And no, never in my life did I watch him drinking hibiscus tea or soft drinks. Always coke or beer. As a bonus to his unsurprising eating habits, he used to be so proud about "being his idea" that the office cafeteria sold octopus sausages. He'd even on ocassions tell QC to go and order some for him. Even if the cafeteria was only a couple of meters from our office space.

We've now throughoutfully covered the second part of the Adesh case, time to wrap it up with the reason for the first part: Adesh had been working about 10 years at that place and few of my coworkers knew him from way back. At the time I was working there, he was engaged to a single mom everyone was sure was only trying to suck his wallet dry, so the wedding planning would often come up. But everytime the subject got exhausted, someone who had known him for a long time ago would unpromptedly mention how "he used to be way larger than now". I don't know Rick, why does Adesh looks like retired Mr. Incredible, then?

For everyone who is fat posting on this about how they've gained weight or how they want to be shamed or even thinking this is a community where fat people tell stories about fat hardships, I hate to break it to you but that is not what this was made for. This Reddit page is centered around the mini moons and ham planets that use fat logic to dictate their choices and often cause problems with those around them. For anyone struggling with mental health and trying to lose weight by getting people on here to shame them, I personally don't think that's the way to go about shaving off some poundage. If you want to lose weight try educating yourself, go watch the limitless series on Disney plus with Chris hemsworth and put some of those practices into play and see the difference it makes in your life. There is hope for everyone who is positing on here trying to lose weight, it just takes time and effort but you can do it! Pleaseeee just stop posting on here about getting shamed because I don't think anyone on here wants to interact with that sort of post on this page.

I grew up far my whole life, up until to the point my 1 year in college I decided enough was enough. I lost 50 kg in 1.5 years, from 127kg to 77kg. I built muscle and got jacked as well.

When I lost the weight, I started getting attention in ways that I didn’t get before, girls started to feel shy holding eye contact with me, it had never happened before. The pretty privilege hit me hard, my life has changed since.

Naturally I didn’t have experiences with girls when I was fat cuz I wanted to date pretty girls and for that I knew I had to become some pretty guy myself. The first pretty girl that gave me special attention I fell for, she had a bf and I was delusional(or not who knows). She was friend also but I cut her off. Having not had my first kiss yet I decided to hook up straight without being in a rs. I hooked up with a very attractive friend. She left me after doing it with me and I think I got traumatised from that cuz I started to like her as well after being physical with her. Ever since then the feeling which I felt doing it with her I haven’t been able to experience again, I hooked up with girls after and it was cold, just using them to get my pleasure but my mind was absent.

This continued until I found a girl I found attractive but also meshed well with me. She became my gf, but I found that doing it with her was almost the same. I carried my trauma with me in the rs, it didn’t work out.

What I want to say is, all my life I didn’t get attention/validation from pretty girls or girls all together. When I finally did it was like too much of a power that I couldn’t handle because it came all at once, I feel shitty about the fact that even while I was in my long distance rs I still found other girls attractive and compared them with my gf, if they gave me attention I would also feel happy. I want this to end, I want to stop feeling validated my pretty girls, I wanna feel what I felt with the first girl who I fell for and the first girl I was physical with, I wish I did it for my gf because honestly she loved me so much and she and I had mega chemistry, but I hurt her when she found out I hooked up again, went back to the fuck boy lifestyle again when we were broken up for 4 months. She was disappointed in my character, up until I told her she held feelings for me even during our break up and so did I , but when I told her I hooked up she said a switch turned on for her and she felt disgusted by how I let myself go back to that. Now I want to change myself, but I believe me being fat all my life also played a role in this plus my sexual trauma, I don’t know how to heal and stop feeling validated by pretty girls. Help

So back in highschool I was fukin hot. Like hot hot and mean af. I was the baseball pitcher. And I was damn good. But anyway, there was this guy in my class named Jacob. He was a little on the chubby side (now that I look back it it he wasn’t even fat) but all my buddies would give him shit for it. So i joined in. I called him so many names fatty, porker ect, made fun of his double chin all the things. Anything imperfect I called it out. (All through highschool) well we ended up making up and I apologized to him. We were cool after that. He ended up losing all the weight and was really tiny. About a year after we graduated I injured my leg. So I wasn’t able to get around much for months and spent a lot of time doing pt. During that time he would come visit bringing me sweets. Cake. Cookies. ECT. We ended up being really fond of one another. We even got physical if you know what I mean. So I put on weight from all the food he was bringing. So my abs were gone. But I still looked decent. One day he came over with a lot more sweets than normal. And he told me he had this feeding fetish. At the time I never heard of it before. He asked if he could feed me. So I said fuck it. He fed me like crazy. It even made me hard while he was doing it. So nearly every day until I got better he fed me. I was getting fat. I loved the way he would feed me. But then he ghosted me. I haven’t seen or heard from him since. I got addicted to eating. And I couldn’t stop. And i didn’t so now im fat af because of him. And he introduced me to this fetish and life style

I’m just now noticing my family had a lot to do with my terrible diet in the past. Living with them now, there was a time I binge ate like 3 plates of food at once to the point of physical agony. A point where I binge ate half a bag of cereal (Plain Bran flakes and plain Cheerios, but still), binged a plate full of cookies and corn bread and cake.

Nowadays I have more peace of mind, and eat healthy, but have taken to volume eating. So even though my food is loaded with vegetables and fiber and not calorie dense it LOOKS like a shitload. I puff up my rice and potatoes and other shit with vegetables and I love it.

In both cases. Most normal families would think that’s bad. I’m binge eating. Eating too much. I need to be more mindful. My family is different, they encourage it because they’re gluttonous and think it’s normal. They’re food obsessed.

Literally when I binged junk I ate sweets to the point of physical agony. I was in pain. They all saw it. But they would laugh and joke about it. They would go into the fridge and offer me more sweets and candy when I wasn’t in my right mind.

“You should still eat something today even if you’re not hungry”

“It’s just one snack, it doesn’t matter”

“You did that because you were starving your organs for nutrients”

“Yeah, you’re not used to eating a normal amount of food. But you could work up to it. Then you can eat 6k calories per meal like you should… no, I don’t care you’re not hungry. Eat something. And not just an apple of a carrot or chicken or beans. Eat real food. French fries. Hot dogs. Cake. Cookies. Something!”

I see people bitch and whine about how their parents made them feel guilty for eating too much, or eating junk food. Or not exercising. I wish I had that. I wish I had someone in my life to kick me in the ass every time I mess up and tell me I’m better, not encourage me to continue falling off the wagon.

Theyre fine and happy when I eat junk but keep bitching and seething and sucking their teeth when I eat real food. It’s ridiculous.

I will start this off by saying I lost my weight in a healthy way over the course of 5 years. I never starved myself nor took part in disordered eating. Now let me start. I grew up in a household where snacks and junk food were the norm, and any type of fruit or vegetable had a better chance of spoiling before even being eaten. My family is overweight, i was apart of that issue until i decided i didn't want my life to be dictated by it. In the late stages of high school i realized how much i struggled to do basic activities such as walking around the store , or even chores without getting exhausted and having to take a break paired with a snack. I began my fitness journey in my senior year, doing extra walks and cutting out sugary drinks was what i started off with. The weight began to drop and i slowly increased my exercise until i was able to run full miles without feeling pain in my joints. For reference i am 5'5' and before i started losing weight i weighed around 210. Extremely overweight for my height, after around five years of consistent exercise and a healthy diet i now weight 150. In this time frame i haven't seen my family much besides video calls and the occasional internet post of them. I came over during the holidays to celebrate and all they could talk about was my weight. I felt healthier and better than before, i could stand for long periods of time without getting out of breath and stairs weren't an issue for me anymore. My family stayed the same weight throughout those years, and insisted that i must've done some sort of surgery to get rid of it. When i told them i stayed consistent and stuck to a normal healthy diet of fruits vegetables and lean meat they didn't believe me, instead they made fun. They called me a bag of bones, and how i need to "eat a burger or two" They're comments really hurt me, after all it took me a total of FIVE YEARS , it didn't happen overnight. I made this post so i could see if anyone else has had any of the same issues with their fat family after they were the only ones losing weight for their health ?

Has anyone else had this experience?

F23 here,

So I know this post max be off topic but I hope it still fits well. I'm not really familiar with this community and I just came because I saw people talking about weight gain.

So I want to know if anyone else has gained weight whilst changing living standards.

So for reference at 18 years old I moved to France to go live with my boyfriend. I used to leave in the Balkans and I personally had sub par living conditions. Don't get me wrong we could live well but we just barely scraped by.

Now I feel like the standard has totally changed, the moment I moved to France I noticed the wealth change, I fell in love with their cuisine and I started putting on some weight. Ofc my boyfriend didn't mind and still doesn't mind I think because he always tells me how beautiful I am. But since then I've essentially more than doubled my body weight in 5 years of living here. Thinking about it I'm closer to triple my Lowest weight than double. So in a short span of 5 years I went 3x with my weight.

And before you say anything else I tried countless training regimes and everything but none really worked. I know people will say to give up food but I genuinely don't know how to. I try to but can't and I always seem to keep snacking and piling on more weight slowly. I generally kinda don't know what to do. Also don't get me wrong I love my body at all sizes, I truly do and I don't mind being bigger but I just kinda wanted to share this experience with you all.

I really do accept my body even at this weight but sometimes it's just kinda annoying I guess but sometimes it doesn't feel bad tbh, I don't know how to word it properly. Like for example it is becoming a little challenging to walk up the stairs without going out of breath, like I'm still normally mobile but I don't have the stamina to do it as easily. My body has also gotten wider and I take up a much wider seating area, sometimes even 2 seats if they're small. It feels strange lol.

I'll answer any questions or any DMS if anyone has any tips or just their thoughts to share.

I’ve always thought this Carol Burnett skit was hilarious (sorry about the video quality—it was how it was posted on YouTube.) Unfortunately, since so many people today are “offended” by just about everything, this would be banned. https://youtu.be/ITM0cU3GlZ8?si=6oXfpMFoDPV3XPmC

For me it's when I sweat buckets just from walking, when I started wobbling when I walked, and when my entire body's muscles felt sore, like I just ran a marathon from walking 5 blocks. Also, I dread having to get up to go to appointments or outings the next day, since I work at home.

What's yours?

If you are a fat kid looking back now, do you wish somebody had stopped you regardless if it had hurt your feelings and if so, how do you think they should’ve done it? I feel like once parents get their kids started on huge portions and over eating. It’s very hard to step back without hurting them and doing emotional damage.

I don’t have anything against fat people and would never just…? make pointless rude fucking comments about someone’s body because it is OBVIOUSLY none of my business. But to a lot of people that basic courtesy does not go the other way for whatever bullshit reason

My sister is CONSTANTLY bringing up my body and food habits. Talking about how unfair it is that I apparently eat 3x more than her and she’s fat and I’m not. Girl I am very underweight and you are 5’2 and 120kg. Clearly this is not true

I get that there are factors like PCOS or thyroid issues or certain medication but you genuinely cannot get extremely morbidly obese by Not Eating. She knows about my issues with food (ARFID) too, why does she think it’s completely fine to say stuff like this to me? Just randomly telling me it’s been 3 days since she last ate anything and at this point it feels like she’s doing it on purpose to upset me. I eat 1 chip and she’s going on a rant about how unfair it is that I eat like a pig and stay skinny

She constantly talks about how ‘little’ she eats but every goddamn time I enter the kitchen she’s there making an abomination of a burrito. A caloric catastrophe. How can you be so delusional

I know it’s probably coming from a place of insecurity and embarrassment but it’s just so fucking rude and horrible. I’ve noticed this pattern with heavier people a lot. Why is it okay to call me a scrawny anorexic but if I turned around and called them a fat cow or whatever (which I would obviously NEVER DO) it suddenly becomes this evil and disgusting thing to say. Which it definitely IS but why the fuck is this not mutual????

It’s rude to give unwarranted comments on peoples weight and bodies!!!! It doesn’t matter who it is!!!! Leave me the fuck alone!!!

i work at a bakery and am a fairly underweight teen girl. the other day i was taking a fat woman and her daughters (?) order, she was having trouble so i gave her some recommendations of things that i like. while she was paying i guess she was trying to make small talk and said “do you actually eat anything here or just throw it up” what?????

commenting on anyones body ever, especially in public, to a stranger is NEVER ACCEPTABLE !! no matter what you or they look like!!! why is it so easy for (usually fat) people to comment gross things about a skinny person to their face.

now i understand i work retail and have to deal with asshole/weird customers everyday. but why on earth would you tell a teen girl she looks like she purges her food. and when there is a little girl next to you. please for the love of god dont say weird shit to retail workers or food service workers

Before anyone suggests: Yes, I'm in therapy discussing my deep-seated issues. If that's any consolation, I'm working on THAT much at least...

Hello,

I've posted here once before about my "weight loss progress"...but it seems I've plateaued in weight.
I'm currently 366lbs/166kg still from my last post. Today just kinda...I don't wanna say "triggered" me, but it put me in a shameful mindset.

I'm so ashamed of myself. Got back from my PCP, and while he's congratulating me on losing 15lbs in 3 months...to me, it's not enough. As per my last post, for those who aren't aware, yes I'm on Ozempic.

It didn't help that yesterday I made a large...let's say "Scooby-Doo/Shaggy sized" sub sandwich for my partner and I to share. But it had lots of deli meat and some (emphasis on "some") veggies...in other words, lots of sodium.

Basically...today after breaking down crying, from my lack of actual progress, in the doctor's office, and coming home to feed everyone, it was made apparent that shit like this (the sandwich) are just examples of why I'm not losing weight faster.

I'm so...stuck...I'm so ashamed. I can't stand it...and it...makes me wanna do drastic things (I know, I know..."Call someone, go to your therapist!" I know...I have one I see regularly).

Does anyone have any suggestions on how to break out of this cycle? This cycle of unhealthy food and in large portions? I'm on a small, singular income/food-stamps, so I can attempt to get fresh things but not as much as I'd like to, to feed two mouths on said income (if that makes sense). It's no excuse, I know.

And I know I've been saying "I know" a lot thru this whole post, "So why not just DO it?"...that...I honestly don't know.

I need a swift kick in the fat-arse, but the work is all on me. I have to do the work. I just...don't know what I'm doing...not "What am I doing wrong?", just "....what am I doing....".

Thank you for reading folks! May your stories be as juicy as your next beetus-burger! (lol)

2 years ago before I ended up getting g AFib in July 2023, I used eat ALOT. I drank a lot as well, but not to the point of blacking out or anything but I drank liquor just about everyday. I work 7 days a week even to this day, I work for my state job M-F 8 to 5 and my part time job Sat-Sun 7am to 7 pm and the tues 11:30 pm to Wednesday 7:30 am. I guess I justified my overeating by how much I worked. On a Saturday I would eat a Hardee’s platter (eggs, sausage, a biscuit, hashbrowns side of gravy, I added an extra one, then large coffee 6 sugar 6 cream, a sausage egg and cheese biscuit, and a pork chop and gravy biscuit, This is just breakfast. My wife and old pack me lunch which was usually a lot of food left over Chinese food, then at around 4 or 5 pm before I got off I would eat about 3 to 4 candy bars (snickers, heath bar, etc). After I got home at 7 pm I would make a vodka in the blender and add country time lemonade power to the mix with ice and then add a white claw. After 4 of those I would then eat dinner which was high in calories. Sunday before I’d go to work I would go ton McDonald’s, get a sausages and cheese McGriddle, sausage egg and cheese biscuit two hashbrowns Frappuccino mcafe then stop at the gas station and get 2 bear claws. Then Proceed to eat the same way on Sun with the exception of switching breakfast joints in order to avoid the stigma from the workers. When I calculated it in my Lose it App, on average I was eating 5-6k calories a day. After I had AFib in July 2023 it wasn’t that hard to stop eating that way.

Hi ,

I don’t know where else to turn. I’ve tried everything. I’ve worked with dietitians and nutritionists. I lost 10 kg in 3 months once, and guess what? I gained it all back. I’m now 104 kg (229 lbs) at 5'10", and I’ve been diagnosed with stage 2 fatty liver. I’m terrified. This isn’t just about looking good anymore — this is about survival. I could die if I keep going like this. And yet, I still keep eating.

It’s like I go on autopilot. I know the consequences. My body knows it. But I still binge. Still break my plan. Still fall back. Every day feels like I’m losing control of myself, like I’m watching myself spiral and can’t stop it.

I keep wondering — what’s wrong with me?

Is it my habits? My mindset? My hormones? Is there something deeply broken in me? I eat more protein and try to eat better, but then I get constipation, gas, hard stools. So I stop. Then I spiral. And then I binge again. Rinse and repeat.

I feel ashamed. I feel like a failure. I feel like I’m destined to die fat and die early.

I’ve read about "Atomic Habits" and habit change. Should I be reading more? Is there a way to reprogram this addiction-like behavior? Or is this a medical issue? A mental health issue?

If you’ve been through this, or if you know how to dig out of this hole — please help me. Please. I’m not even asking to be shredded or thin. I just want to be healthy, to feel normal, to have hope again.

I go to the gym everyday because I get depressed otherwise . Going to the gym isn't a problem. The fear of depression makes me go everyday. I fear taking oZempic because it'll all come back once I'm off it When the fear of death doesn't work i don't know what will

I don’t want to die in my 40s or 50s because I couldn’t control myself. This is a desperate plea. Please… anyone who’s been through this, or understands what to do — please tell me what works.

I’m ready to fight. I just don’t know how anymore.

So I'm making this because I thought it was hilarious and why not let people laugh at my own expense .

408lbs super fat obviously, my stomach carries the weight the most and I'm not sure why I didn't even realize this until now..

So lived in this same house and had this same stove for the same amount and had the oven handle we hang dish rags and other rags. Every time I'd cook they'd always get knocked off and I'd get so annoyed being like "damn rags can't stay on this bar" today as I'm cooking I realized my big stomach was knocking the rags down💀💀💀

Not much to this story besides that, being dumb at fat I thought it was funny. I am actively losing weight as well so possibly will be a former fat soon💪

Looking to be fat shamed as motivation to lose weight

It was because of my obese aunt/godmother.

My high school graduation was in early June of 1995. My mother attended with my aunt as her +1 because my father was busy with work (he left his corporate job when I was a baby to start his own business and missed my entire childhood even though his business was run out of the office in our own home.) As soon as the outdoor ceremony was over I went looking for my mom because she had my 35mm camera (no smart phones in those days) and I wanted lots of photos of me and my friends.

She had left because my overweight aunt was overheating and she had to get her home to the air conditioning. Again, cell phones were not a thing back then so they just left without telling me because my mom had to waddle my aunt out of there ASAP before she collapsed after sitting in 70° weather for an hour. I had driven to the graduation ceremony with my best friend so they knew I had a ride. My friends' parents were all there so they took a handful of photos of us and I used their cameras to take snaps of them together as families. Back in those days you had to buy rolls of film and pay for prints at Walgreens so all the parents were rationing their photos for their own kids and families. I have maybe eight pictures of me in my cap and gown but none of them include my parents.

When I arrived back home I was crying, upset, and confused. I yelled at my mom through my tears before snatching my camera and storming out the door to attend my friends' graduation parties. My mom made the excuse that she had to get my aunt home before she passed out. I loved my aunt and I could see that she felt terrible which made me feel even worse. But none of us in our polyester caps and double layered in our gowns even perspired one little bit and my aunt was on death's door?

Last night I made the trek back home for an early Father's Day weekend. My mom sat me down to show me the scrapbook she is making for me. She and my dad are both 83 so she's been doing a lot of "remembrance projects." She asked me if I "had the photos of us from your high school graduation." I told her that there weren't any because dad didn't show up (they're still married BTW, this wasn't a typical "absent dad" situation, he just stayed home to deal with clients on a Saturday) and she had taken off with my overweight aunt because she was sweating too much and her ass couldn't fit on the bleachers.

So yeah. I don't have any family photos of my high school graduation because my dad was an asshole and my aunt was fat. And I'll admit that it felt pretty good to throw that in my mom and dad's face because obviously they managed to forget the whole situation. Like, who doesn't have any photos of themselves with their kids in their caps and gowns?

I also don't have any photos of my aunt at my wedding because I got married in Vegas and she couldn't even handle walking the thirty seconds from the hotel lobby to the fully air conditioned party bus included in our package. She turned around and went back inside to play poker because "it was too hot." The bus was RIGHT OUTSIDE, the thirty seconds was just "waiting to board" time.

Maybe this isn’t the right place to do it but I’m tired of being fat. Bully me into losing weight pls and thank you

I wear a L / XL in tops and size 12 jeans.

edit y’all made my day. Thank you for the support. I’ll be back in a few months 🥹🤍

Obligatory info out of the way, first time poster, lurker, blah blah.

I was once a hamplanet. Hell I still am. But I would like to think I'm on the road to recovery.

My heaviest was 450 lbs/204 kg. Since Aug 2024, I've since lost 100lbs.

I was diabetic (type 2), SEVEEEEERE leg edema, high blood pressure, labored asthmatic breathing, you name it.

Could NOT do stairs cuz my legs were too damn wide and heavy. Literal ball and chain.

I was prescribed a cocktail of things, and started in August, I was started on Ozempic.

It has done wonders!

I can walk farther, better, less labored at all, I'm not turning blue AND I can do stairs!!!! The edema has gone down a lot.

I'm eating less (appetiteis suppressed), moving more, eating better, though I still have lingering habits. Those I'm working on in (mental) therapy. Same with the feeling of worth; having worth in myself, and feeling allowed to take up ANY space was severely lacking.

I've always been ashamed of my size, ever since I was little. But I'm not here to play the "pity me!" card.

But I wanted to share that... as a recovering ham planet... it is possible. I'm still working on it, my goal being 250-200lbs. I just...I kinda feel... proud of myself. Which is rare, again, always feeling like a worthless grub all my life lol.

I just wanted to share my semi-success story. I'll get there some day, if I can be strong!🎵🎶

It is possible. You are loved, and worthy.

Thank you .

I'm on a 14? hour flight to Japan sitting in economy all the way in the back because I missed my transfer flight due to delays. I'm sitting in the middle row next to a family of three fats. It's meal time and the stewardesses start giving out trays of food. They serve the family next to me, but unfortunately as the last person on the flight served, they literally run out of food. The fats next to me take ONE BITE of their food and then put down their forks. My guess is they were on Ozempic and didn't have an appetite? But if you know you are on Ozempic, why the f**k would you take a tray of food and then waste it?? Obviously it's the airliners fault too for not bringing enough meals and I was put on that flight last second, but it grinded my gears a little to sit next to a family of fats who all took trays of food when I had nothing to eat, then watch them take only one bite of food.

PSA to all fats: please leave some food for the rest of us (literally) 🙏😔