I posted on here three years ago, and surprise surprise I'm still very overweight. Approaching 400 I'd believe. I'm 27 now, dreading reaching the big 30 with nothing accomplished in life. I lost my father early in life to drugs, still miss him to this day. My mother had a stroke in my early 20s and I took care of her 24/7 while I still lived with her.
Since I last posted, I have moved out and experienced life all on my own. It's hard. Most days I don't want to get out of bed. I don't work, I don't have offline friends, I don't have family around hardly ever. Maybe once a month if they feel like stopping by. I've never had a relationship. There's honestly nothing good in my life. I had an emotional support feline my psychiatrist prescribed who passed away suddenly nearly 8 months ago from a rapid virus when he was only 16 months old. I loved and cherished him dearly. I've since gotten a new kitty friend, but haven't bonded with her nearly on the same level. I still miss the other one very much.
I'm disabled from mental health issues .. but the plan was to lose weight and hope the anxiety and depression go away with it.
I just live the same day. I wake up. I sit all day by myself. I go to bed. I rely on myself for transportation. I don't have a car or a license so I'm limited to wherever I can get to on foot. I barely have 20 dollars to spend from my SSI after I pay my bills and get necessities like toilet paper, cat litter/food and change for the laundry facility. public transportation is too expensive, so I just have to walk everywhere. Even in -15 degree weather this winter.
Some days I go on walks, but recently -something- always happens that ruins the experience and makes my anxiety worsen. Guys have been screaming out "YOU FAT LOSER B*TCH" from their car windows as they drive by.. which.. of course feels wonderful. Normal weight women get cat called, whereas I get insulted and humiliated.
I was more active before my first cat passed away. He gave me a lot of comfort and confidence I never had before. I was losing weight. I was okay.
I tried joining two nearby wellness centers but they rejected me because of my size.
Not a single day has gone by where I've not thought about my weight and my health. Doctors scold me, belittle me, talk down to me like I'm stupid. I'm really not... it's just.. how do you motivate yourself when no one else in the world cares? Everyone feels the need to knock me down a few pegs when I'm already struggling. I find no joy in eating, and every time I do, I hate myself even more.
Being told to put down the fork and get out there doesn't really help. I barely eat 2,000 calories a day. That's over a 1k deficit of what I need. If I eat any more I feel stuffed and sick. The only time in recent memory where I know I consumed over 2k calories was the week after my cat died. I hadn't eaten food for nearly a week and a half - I got a footlong veggie delite and 6 donuts. I ate all of them within the day. I will admit I'm not very active, not at all.
I don't know why I'm here. I just don't know where else to go.


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