I gotta say, I am glad I got fat.
Before my son came along, I scoffed at the overweight people for letting themselves go. I was obsessed with losing (at least) one pound per day and I became painfully underweight. I eventually ate one meal per day and settled at a healthy 135 pounds with curves when I met my ex. When I learned about my pregnancy, I forced myself to consume 3 meals a day and my body was giddy with glee... I gained nearly 100 pounds within 40 weeks O_O
Watching the digits rise on the weight scale was definitely a humbling experience. I empathize with people of all sizes. I am learning how to lose weight all over again, I've lost over 50-60 pounds and it is a painfully slow process. I think I ruined my metabolism from years of water fasting and I am trying to find a healthy routine. I gotta admit, I still cringe when I lose merely a few pounds per week. It's torture to me and I'm trying not to resort to my old habits.
I'll try to keep myself accountable on this thread 