Weight loss REALLY isn't hard. My story and my grievances with the process. I spent a lot of high school being a big dude; I'd been playing sports since my family came to Canada in 2000, it started with learning to skate, then soccer, then basketball, then hockey, until I hit puberty and got talked into football. Football was my identity for a very long time, as my initial position was as a defensive lineman, and all training/mindset since was focused around D-line. For those unfamiliar with the sport, linemen are meant to be a wall. That meant my coach had me running no more than 40m at a time (which I clocked in at 4.91 at my peak), lifting no more than 3 reps of anything and eating no less than 3,000 calories on any given season. Yeah I was an athlete, but it's kinda fucked up my role on the team was to be bigger than whoever we played against, in any way we could. Well as I tore some important parts of my leg and realized my career was not in football, and stepped up my education, I realized there is no excuse to be 6'0 and weigh 290; and a bench press of 315 is no justification. Yeah among my friends "Kal's a fuckin beast", but how would I get laid? I could probably catfish some girls because between my nipples and chin I looked like superman, but then my cheeks, mantits and beer gut would kinda kill that for me. I read a lot of FPH while still on reddit and fatlogic and read up on people's progress and was kinda disheartened by how many people claimed the rate of change was really slow and meticulous. So I asked some of my friends into fitness, and I was recommended Kinobody, which I promptly obtained and followed from October and still do today. This is not an advertisement or anything, I'm just underlining what worked for me. So at 290 in October and 235 now, I'm still a good 20 from my goal weight, assuming I maintain all muscle mass the whole way through (my numbers in the gym haven't changed so there's hope!).  So why did this fuck just waste your time with his shitty backstory? Because the WHOLE way through the weight loss I experienced bullshit "sympathy". The fat girls from Tinder who I'd shitlord with my updates on my lifestyle and progress pics would say shit like "you look great you don't need to lose more!" It worries me because I think we're losing to the hams, even with converts like me, because I proudly tell people I cut 50+ pounds in not long of a time, doing something MARKETED AS BEING MANAGEABLE AND ACCESSIBLE, they ask if I'm "alright". Bitch of course I'm alright, I can do chin-ups now. I'm super, and I'm more excited to get abs, enjoy the beach and buy an entirely new wardrobe. I don't have to make myself puke, thanks for asking that, Sabrina, my grades didn't tank in my pursuit of fitness Rachel. Fatties hate the idea of their excuses being shit on in front of them as I sculpt a shark out of the whale exterior I had developed. And I have to underline, black coffee and water are incredible buffers during the times I'm not eating, and 1800 is actually quite a bit of food if it's not oozing grease. Confidently can say I'm only ever truly hungry when I wake up and the half hour before the intermittent fast period ends for the day. It's honestly not difficult at all.  Thank you FPH, for making me not fall into the blame cycle, because anywhere along the line I could claim my coaches, my sport,or my team made me fat. I could keep living in the past and refer to myself as an "elite lineman" as I eat myself into immobility. But thanks to the constant stream of degeneracy and hatred I'm exposed to through this community, I knew I had a window of athleticism to sculpt myself into someone desirable, and while running 3k with my rugby friends sucks thoroughly, that's still 2960 meters bonus already. I will verify 15 pounds from now and ascend from shitling to shitlord, so see you guys again in a month.