NSV (Notable Shitlord Victory) Rant I was a fatty a few years ago and used to browse /r/loseit for motivation. I lost a lot of weight from just exercising and eating less/healthy. When I posted my weight loss photos (from 200 lbs down to 120 lbs and keeping it off), I was congratulated and praised. I made the front-page, was asked how I did it...but ffs, all I did was exercise and regulated my portions on a daily basis. What's the point of congratulating someone for doing what they're supposed to do in order to be healthy? There was no magic, no pills, no surgery, no wrap, no bullshit involved. Even at my workplace, fat co-workers didn't believe me when I told them that all I did was watched what went into my maw and exercised promptly after work. "No, but how did you REALLY do it?" Jesus Christ. The whole point of my /r/loseit post and to myself and others was to demonstrate that it's possible to lose weight. I was fat because I ate too much and didn't exercise. I didn't have any medical conditions like PCOS or diabetes, but I was struggling with depression and stress. I was often depressed about I looked and felt, not because society determined what is or isn't attractive. I was 20 years old but looked 40 years old at 200 lbs. I was stressed because I was graduating and applying to med school (god forbid a fat doctor), and dealing with family issues. I had all that on my plate (lol) and yet I still found those spare 30-60 minutes to go running and lift weights. The depression tapered off from exercising/endorphins. I didn't need to delude myself into thinking my body was fine the way it was--I was self-aware that it was a burden and a problem that can be resolved by no one else but me. With losing weight, I taught myself how to not only eat properly, but to manage my time accordingly and regulate my willpower.  Today, on places like Reddit, Facebook, and Tumblr, fatties contribute their inability to lose weight because they're too depressed to do it, or they don't have the time to, or because they have a "clinical" condition (PCOS, thyroid, even PTSD) that prevents them. Really? The only thing that's preventing them from changing themselves is delusion and laziness. So instead of doing anything about their miserable selves, fatties convince themselves that it's better (and easier) to promote self-love. They blame society rather than themselves for the "oppression" they face. It's immature and speaks poorly to how they cannot hold themselves accountable. Sure, losing all that weight took effort and dedication, but I don't think it's worth congratulating because  1) I fucking got myself in that mess. I didn't like where I was, so I did something about it. 2) All I had to do was control myself--if my fat ass could do it, so could anyone. Big whoop.  I may seem negative, but I guess in this society, particularly in America, losing weight seems like a big and impressive feat because the majority of the population is obese and coddled into thinking that it's okay or impossible to lose weight. Seeing a person transform from one extreme to another can be eye-opening, but to be honest it wasn't difficult nor impossible.  The comments that really pissed me off on my /r/loseit post were the ones that complained about how I was actually a lot more beautiful in my Before picture than my After. Others mentioned that they preferred how I looked at 200 than at 120. I received messages asking why I even bothered to lose weight, and that I should eat more and stop exercising. I replied to one of them saying that I don't think that's a good idea and that I hated my Before phase, to which they responded, "Well although you lost weight, I think you also lost a lot of intelligence too." Wtf?? There were more than a few of these kinds of message, which I found unsettling.  Who are these people, and what the fuck is wrong with them? I looked miserable at 200. In 60 degree weather, I would sweat profusely. I would run out of breath from just walking half a mile. I had sausages for fingers and tree stumps as legs--my body had no definition. I had bad skin. I snored. I looked matronly in clothing. These are all disgusting qualities that I didn't want, and I can't understand how any of it is considered beautiful.  Since I've lost so much weight, I've been treated better by other people, became a lot more social/confident, can run for miles without stopping, sleep better, think and perform better at work, look younger, and feel great. I'm seldom depressed or stressed these days. The only negative thing I've encountered from being thin is that I start shivering in 60 degree weather now..and getting hit on a lot--which never happened at 200 lbs. /r/loseit was great for motivation up until insignificant non-scale "victories" (NSV) were posted every goddamn hour, with posts like, "Someone said I was chubby instead of obese!!", or "I didn't eat a cupcake today!!! I'm so proud!!! :c))) [-2 lbs flair]". I unsubscribed because it no longer felt motivating, and people seemed to celebrate over the most trivial, non-substantial events. I get that it's supposed to be encouraging, that it's baby steps and people are excited, but it became so excessive and fake that /r/loseit essentially became a diary for circlejerking. Soon fatties expected to be congratulated for every single fucking action they do even while they haven't or won't reach their goal. They want to be rewarded and praised for accomplishing every tiny little thing that a normal human-sized person is already capable of. Once the praise and attention gets to their head, it wouldn't be surprising that they'll go and "reward" themselves by finally reaching for the cupcake they previously refused.  "NSV": Notable Shitlord Victory I want people to lose weight. Honestly, I do. I know how it feels to feel disgusting and the size of a behemoth. It's only a struggle if you can't commit, which is a pitfall for most people who try. I work at a hospital and have to deal with fatties daily, and it's difficult to hold my tongue. I'd offer advice when asked and don't bullshit them when they want answers. I don't have time for people who rebut with HAES or refuse to listen to the truth.  When I encounter fatties, inside or outside of work, the best I can do is subtly shitlord/demonstrate to them what a normal-sized person can and should do, and hope that they come to an understanding. So in the same vein as those "Non-Scale Victories" on /r/loseit, I've determined to make my own NSVs--or "Notable Shitlord Victories," as I call them. My favorite is racing against fatties.  For instance, the hospital I work at is on top of a very steep hill. Around lunch time, people like to go to cafes or food trucks nearby, which are all downhill. Sometimes I would see this obese nurse named Kim trudging and wheezing up the hill as I go up. I don't really like her because she's a racist bitch to some of the patients (especially if they don't speak English), and I think she hates me too because I'm not white. She's always friendly to white patients/coworkers. Whenever I walk past her on my way up, I would grin and say "Hi Kim!"  There was another time when I had to take a late lunch and afterwards went up the hill, only to find Kim who just reached the top, red in the face and drying sweat from her face and the back/front of her neck with a bandanna.  We also have a large staircase with access to each of the 10 floors at the hospital. Most of the fit people would take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator because it takes forever, having to stop at whatever floor it's called for on the way up or down. What I like to do is start at the bottom floor where there would usually be some fatties in scootypuffs waiting. I would make sure to make eye contact with all of them, then take the flight of stairs to whatever floor I'm needed on for that day--for instance, the other day I worked mostly on the 6th floor, so I took the stairs up while the fatties on Floor 1 were still waiting for the elevator. By the time they reach the 6th floor, I'm already back at the nurse's station which is situated in front of the elevator. We make eye contact again. Shame from their eyes, disappointment in mine.