I got told by my ex that I was the perfect guy, but I was too short to be considered attractive. I was about 155 when we got together last October, and I put on some comfort weight, because everything seemed to be fine. Now she's bragging about the guy she's been hooking up with is, as she said, too hot for her to believe he wants her.
I'm at a low point. Like, real low. It's not the first time I was dumped for being short, but I didn't see it coming this time.
I started C25k last night on week three. I've been using MFP to count calories, staying between 1000 and 1500. Eating a ton of chicken breast and broccoli. I'll do whatever it takes. I've accepted being short wont change, but short and fat is about as attractive as dog shit. I've always been told I'm a cute guy, perfect teeth, funny, but it hasn't been working.
I don't have any friends near me, and I'm just now having free time on the weekends after quitting two part time jobs on top of my primary job, because I was going crazy working trying to get enough money for a down payment to leave. I'm thinking about getting into BJJ or something, but I don't really have much in the way of hobbies because I never had much in the way of free time.
I feel at my height, the only way I'm going to have a social life is to cut down to 125lbs and then bulk up to a lean 140. I don't want to be hitting 27 with a Cobain mindset. I guess I'm beginning to obsess about weight loss. I'm mostly stuck in life and feeling stripped of all dignity.
Operation Man-Dime is a go.
"People are strange when you're a stranger; faces look wicked when you're alone. Women seem wicked when you're unwanted, streets are uneven when you're down."
[link] [comments]
No comments:
Post a Comment