I need to vent, because I'm pissed off, but at the same time, I feel like I am in a losing battle. My head is literally everywhere.
I have always battled obesity. I was always the fat kid in school who got bullied, and all that jazz. In 10th grade my biology teacher called me fat infront of the entire class and I quit school the next day(I became home schooled and graduated!)
During the first round of weightloss I lost around 130+ pounds. I went from 300+ to 165(no exercise, simply I watched what I ate). My family was happy and proud. My weight was never an issue big, or when I lost it. I started picking weight back up, and well, as time went on my ex bailed on me(didnt find me attractive no more), which caused me to start emotionally eating again and I easily packed on the weight to balloon back over 200 pounds.
I joined a gym and began working out Jan 2016. I lost most, if not all the weight I gained, and I was becoming ok again with myself... but here is where its becoming an issue. I have literally ZERO support outside my mom. My father tells me how bad I look, and that I need to gain weight, and how everyone has told him this. My brother and grandmother have started too and thats whats angering. Like be happy I took control and fixed myself, and made myself healthier. My brother stopped by while I was doing meal prep for my lunches and told me the reason I am "sick" is because I am not eating properly, and that I am malnourished. No, I am sick because I'm battling a stomach bug.
Like no one is happy for me and they all try to derail me because they can't accept this version of me. They want the old me who was 300+ pounds,
Pictures -
Picture on the right was me before I ever started my weight loss
Picture on left was me in Febuary 2017
Picture on left is Jan 1st 2016
Picture on right is Jan 3rd 2017
So let me ask this... what the fuck do I do? Do I really look that bad? They don't understand that the gym/fitness is all I have. I lost literally everything, and this is the only stable thing I have in my life.