BiBunny
Moon Queen & Wanderer
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As bad as I hate to admit it, I've nearly hit the point of no return. I keep slowly putting on more and more weight, and I'm getting old enough that it's starting to tell on me.
I have not been kind to my body over the years. I was very athletic when I was younger, but I never got proper treatment for any of my injuries, so those are all coming back to haunt me now. There's nothing I can do about the aging part, but I suppose if those joints didn't have to haul so much lard around all the time, they'd probably be a little more forgiving.
I'm 5'10" (178 cm if Google's correct). Until I went on Depo my sophomore year in college, I never weighed more than 180 pounds (82 kg) on a large-boned frame. I refuse to write how much I weigh now because it embarrasses me, but I wear a US size 22 pants and even larger shirts (because of that whole giant tits thing), so you can probably guess how terrible it is at this point.
Seems like I post in this thread every year about how I'm really gonna lose weight this year, but over the years, I've just crept up and up and up. Too many broken promises to myself, I guess. There's no guarantee I won't do the same thing this year, too.
But there is something sobering about realizing your body is literally breaking down under your own weight. I was never thin, but up until a few years ago, I've always been strong. I don't even have that to cling to anymore.
I've done so much work mental health-wise over the last couple of years that it seems silly to neglect physical health at this point. What's the point of being relatively mentally healthy if you're too fat and worn-out to enjoy it?
So, anyway..."My name is Bunny, and I'm a fat ass."
I have not been kind to my body over the years. I was very athletic when I was younger, but I never got proper treatment for any of my injuries, so those are all coming back to haunt me now. There's nothing I can do about the aging part, but I suppose if those joints didn't have to haul so much lard around all the time, they'd probably be a little more forgiving.
I'm 5'10" (178 cm if Google's correct). Until I went on Depo my sophomore year in college, I never weighed more than 180 pounds (82 kg) on a large-boned frame. I refuse to write how much I weigh now because it embarrasses me, but I wear a US size 22 pants and even larger shirts (because of that whole giant tits thing), so you can probably guess how terrible it is at this point.
Seems like I post in this thread every year about how I'm really gonna lose weight this year, but over the years, I've just crept up and up and up. Too many broken promises to myself, I guess. There's no guarantee I won't do the same thing this year, too.
But there is something sobering about realizing your body is literally breaking down under your own weight. I was never thin, but up until a few years ago, I've always been strong. I don't even have that to cling to anymore.
I've done so much work mental health-wise over the last couple of years that it seems silly to neglect physical health at this point. What's the point of being relatively mentally healthy if you're too fat and worn-out to enjoy it?
So, anyway..."My name is Bunny, and I'm a fat ass."