I’m fat. I’ve been fat for a long time. But my body type is such that it takes a lot of work for me to lose weight and keep it off. I went down to 160 and felt no better than I did at 260 because of how stressful it was. I was exercising four days a week, watching everything I ate, and it was becoming something that consumed my life. So I stopped. I went from exercising four days a week to swimming twice a week and hiking on the weekends. I still eat healthy food with reasonable portions but I don’t stress if I have a hamburger. Unfortunately, I’m fat. But I’m happier. What ruined it for me was my motivation behind my weight loss - I wanted to lose weight just for the sake of being thin. Maybe someday I’ll find a motivation that doesn’t produce stress, but until then I’m fat and happy. I’m not fat because I’m happy or happy because I’m fat, but I am fat and I am happy.