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Close to 6 months ago I weighed a total of 228 pounds and wore a 2x shirts/tops, XL pants, size 15-16 jeans, a 2x jacket, & my bra size was 42DDD. I had a double chin, lots of body rolls on my tummy, sides, and back, my belly lays over my pants, had more stretch marks , and had some fat that moved on the back of my arms (close to my underarm). But since being back on this medicine that I’m supposed to take for my headaches and excess spinal fluid aswell as getting off my antidepressants.. I’ve noticed changes in my eyesight and my now-nonexistent headaches..as well as other changes to my body like my stretch marks disappearing and instead itching more, my double chin isn’t so large/fat, my belly doesn’t lay over my pants-depending on the pants, my back fat on my arms has went down and doesn’t wiggle nearly as much. And then more physical changes I’ve noticed have been that I can wear XL shirts/tops, M/L/Xl pants (depends on how they are made), unknown size now in jeans, L jackets and my bra size now is a 42DD.
When asked “how did I do this weight loss?” or “how did I lose all that weight so quickly?” I actually become stunned because this is not something I set off to do, like this wasn’t a goal put in place of mine. The only answer that I can provide people is the following: Being on medicine that requires a daily routine has put my body in a routine and getting off my antidepressants I feel like has caused me to be clearer minded in ways and that has allowed me to put more awareness in things that I do.. like watching how much I eat in a day, I will binge eat if I’m not careful. Getting offs the meds I feel like also gave me a sense of in control, and I have used that same type of control to watch what I take in on a daily basis but not overly controlled in that sense but I will make sure to not only snack on candy or sweets.. and not to eat too much of them either. Once I took some photos of myself one day and didn’t want to vomit at the “fat” that I saw all over my chin and face, I felt sort of happy at how I looked- but I have a history of suffering from body dysmorphia, and for the first time of seeing myself and not wanting to puke I began taking more photos of myself. Now, from time to time my friend and I will get dolled up, and take photos via Snapchat only because doing that makes me feel happy, confident, and for once pretty. A few days ago I had to go to the hospital and they weighed me. I weighed a total of 185 pounds. I wear XL shirts/tops, L/XL pants depending on how they are made, unknown size in jeans, XL jacket, and my bra size is 42 DD.

I can actually say that I think I’m pretty and I can’t wrap my head around how I got here tbh, but I’m glad that I’m wears I’m at.

TLDR; I did weigh 228 pounds and was in 2X clothes, bra size was 42DDD, had a double chin, stretch marks, & body rolls. I got put back on medicine for my headaches and excess spinal fluid that can help with weight loss. And I got taken off my antidepressants. Being off meds seem to have made my headaches more clearer- went to the hospital recently and got weighed. I weigh 185 pounds and am in XL clothes, bra size is 42DD. I used to want to pile when looking at myself, but nowadays when taking photos of myself I feel pretty. Body dysmorphia is something I struggle with and for some reason it’s mind over matter for me currently when confronting that disorder and my current weight loss.

I FEEL GREAT :) 👍

I recently wrote about the top 10 restful activities to help us reclaim some balance. From mindfulness and forest walks to simply doing nothing (shoutout to the Dutch practice of “Niksen”!), these little rituals can bring some much-needed peace.

In a world that glorifies busyness, rest has become an act of self-care. Thought I’d share my post for anyone looking to unwind a bit more each day. Would love to hear what helps you recharge too!

https://bookishdoctor.blogspot.com/2024/11/top-10-restful-activities-to-try-when.html

I'm a 24f and have been working at a fast food place near my mother's house for three years as of July. Up until recently, I was roughly the third oldest person working there, and now unless our district manager or our closing shift lead is there I'm usually the oldest person on shift by the time the afternoon rolls around. We just hired a new guy a couple of weeks ago who's my age, but the rest of our coworkers are between 17 and 22. About a year in I was offered a shift lead position but I declined as that often means opening or closing and I don't have a reliable ride, at least not at those hours. I can't afford a car on my pay and my ADHD makes me lack the focus required to operate a car. I own a scooter so it's enough to get me around town but not to work because I live and work in different cities about 15-20 minutes apart. The scooter is preowned, formerly by my great-uncle who now is suffering from dementia, whose wife (my great-aunt) begged me to keep it inside city limits for my own safety.

Recently, I began looking for a new job and when one of my coworkers found out (20f) she admitted she'll be sad to see me go because I'm basically the work mom. One of our leads (20f) usually gets the short end of the stick and since getting hired back on after quitting about a little more than a year ago she often doesn't get breaks unless another lead or manager is there to run the shift so I often bring snacks on hand in case that happens, or as she calls it, "coming in clutch". I know how it feels to work a long shift on an empty stomach so I usually keep gummy works, snack plates or sodas/juice on hand so that anyone who doesn't get breaks at least has something they can snack on at an opportunity. When two of our leads turned 21 I got them each a bottle of liquor for their birthdays as they were less than a month apart, as well as a little thing of hi-chews and ferrero rochers.

I know my coworkers truly appreciate me, and I don't mind being the work mom. I'm sometimes the mom of my friend group because I'm usually the oldest as I was held back a year so most of my friends are 1-3 years younger than me. I'm also the oldest of six and helping raise my brother (2.5). I love the people I work with but preparing to rent a house with my sister and roommate means I have to move on to a higher income job since I don't think I'm going to college. It'll be sad to leave, but I have most of their contacts and we all live within the same two counties, so we sometimes hang out outside of work.

My work crush (19M) let's call him Steven, and I (20 F) met when.. well when we worked together at a grocery store. I worked customer service and he was in produce. I would see him during almost all of my shifts and I would find myself staring to look over to see if he was there at all. He was very cute. Tall, over six foot, curly black hair, and the biggest brown eyes I've ever seen. He had a sweet smile, a contagious laugh, and he was a hard worker. Well eventually he moved to dairy so I never really saw him until he came to the front to clock out. Then I found myself taking the long way to the break room just so l could pass him. I swear I wasn't trying to be creepy I was just trying to get his attention. Then one day on my way back the head of the dairy department told me to go find Steven in the break room and tell him he was needed for something. So popped my head into the break room and that was the first time I spoke to him. At the end of the day when he went to clock out I asked if the situation went well and he made a witty comment about it which made me laugh. After that I noticed he started to talk to me a little bit and even started appearing in the break room while I was on my breaks. We then started chatting and getting to know each other and one night I worked up the courage to ask for his number. But he left before I could. Then for some reason, he came back into the store and I asked. He told me that the reason he had come into the store was because he was going to ask the same thing but still needed to work up the courage. So we started talking and it was amazing. We would get lunch together, he'd bring me food to work, we called every night, it was a very sweet relationship... that wasn't official. Then I moved. And while we tried to make it work we ended up ending things because we just wanted different things life. But, we ended on good terms and are still in touch and friends to this day.

As the title says. I will be flying home for Christmas to surprise my mom and would love for some ideas to shock her without giving her a heart attack hahaha. I am 27 (M) and she is 57

Bear with me, long story short, my dad died when I was two years old (2000). I have no memory of him barring his death. I cant remember his voice, and all the photos we have together I have no memory of any of them.

BUT

My mum recently moved out of the family home and found some old vhs tapes in the loft. Without my knowledge she watched them, converted them to dvd and sent them to me, with a note "enjoy"(Those of you a certain age may see whats coming.)

I put them on slightly confused as its been years since I've brought a dvd, I turned it on and...instant tears. I'm not an emotional man but the first scene was me and my dad playing together in the garden of my childhood home. I heard his voice for the first time and I saw proof outside of still photos that I once had a dad and I loved him with all I had, as I've heard all my life. I spent the afternoon watching all DVDs that went right up to about a week before he died on Christmas 1999. (He died three days after millennial new year). I was an emotional mess, and for me that takes a lot. I've had them for a week and I literally cant stop watching them over and over again, this was all I ever wanted to hear his voice and see something of me and him together. My mum has always been the best, strongest woman I've ever met and I can never thank her enough for this.

Hope this is feel good enough