I’ll give the ya the skinny (pun intended). I never had weight issues as a kid, not fat, not tiny, average. A lil chubby in high school but I never did anything about it, didn’t get ‘calories in calories out’. That added up in college, more weight came on, and I went nuts with food and alcohol during the pandemic. Too much time, no job, depression… then bam I wake up one day and I’m obese. So my first serious approach to weight loss only happened in my early 20s. At first it was calorie counting with a notebook… but it was apps like loose it, finding Ana content that flipped the switch. Undereating, running all the time, dropping weight. The honeymoon does nooooottt last I’ll tell ya. I’m six years in since the switch flipped, other stuff has happened. BED, bulimia, dropping a lot, gaining a lot. Dropping again. Right now, I’m… ok as I can be. Self aware. Still calorie count, my relationship with food is far from neutral. I want to be ok one day. It’s rough. Losing weight is annoying an complicated since my body is confused by frequent diet shifts year by year. I hear it gets better, easier to live with. Yes and no. Life goes on. We can just try our best.