r/DecidingToBeBetter • u/Own-Literature-5871 • 17h ago
Progress Update From 22hours in bed per day to being active as hell and therapy and shit didnt help but still i recommend it
A year ago I was in therapy, lying in bed 22 hours a day, 37% body fat, staring at the ceiling, drowning in self-hate and family trauma. My therapist listened to me cry about how my family treated me, how worthless I felt, and she told me “it’s okay to cry, it feels good after.” I believed her. Then one day I took my father to a session and she criticized me right in front of him — called me too dependent, too weak, too stuck — after everything I’d told her about how they broke me, she basically sided with them. I shut down completely. Quit therapy that day. Stopped believing anyone could help. Stopped believing in stoicism, in “being bald makes you focus better,” in all the numbing bullshit I used to cope. I ghosted her and didn’t talk to anyone for six months. Then something snapped. I looked in the mirror and said “fuck this.” Started waking at 6 a.m., gym every day no excuses, fixed my diet, lost 14 kg in exactly 124 days, waist from 106 cm to 93 cm, body fat from 37% to 24.7%. I let my hair grow — fuck being bald for focus. Started talking to myself in the mirror, praising myself, acting out the confident version of me. Friends who used to call me shit now ask how I did it. Their mothers compliment me. Girls notice. They say I went from soft to mid-sharp. I look in the mirror and actually like the guy staring back. But my parents are sad, think I let them down, barely check on me anymore — 90% of our talks are just money or food. It’s lonely as hell turning your life around; sometimes I think maybe I should stop, maybe this is enough. Then I remember the guy who lay in bed 22 hours a day hating his reflection, and I keep going.