Thank you for saving me from near fat destruction Former me: 5 feet tall, about 120 lbs. 8 pounds from the overweight category still, but on my short and totally unmuscled body, that weight already started looking pudgy and cellulitey, and was sure to keep expanding. I had all the classic symptoms of the early stages of fatness. Ate like shit, and ate a TON of it. Blamed recent weight gain on "that must just be how my body is now". Never counted a calorie in my life. Did not like my body and even shed a few tears over my growing pudginess a few times, but thought it was unfixable. Several times tried to just have the mindset of "just loving myself". Never worked. I was also mid 20s and married and wanted to get pregnant and start a family. I thought, "An added bonus is that I'll finally have an EXCUSE to look fat!" I ACTUALLY thought that. Blech, old me. Disgusting.  I guess a little over two years ago I found FPH, and after reading and reading, I began counting calories, legitimately working out instead of half assing it, and eating GOOD foods in moderation. These posts helped me see the light.  Current me: 5 feet, 98 lbs. I run, I walk 5 miles a day just for fun, I do ballet, I LOVE weight training, I'm super toned and full of energy. Trying on clothes and looking in the mirror doesn't make me cry. It makes me feel proud now.  I couldn't face the fact before that my body was a reflection of MY choices, but now I can look back, laugh at old me, and feel power and happiness at knowing that my health is in MY control. Every new visible muscle, or new achievement in lifting or running or dance is because I WORKED for it. That satisfaction is WAY WAY better than eating a fuck ton of sugary calories every day or taking a fat semi nude selfie and hash tagging yourself a goddess. Also, we never had kids. I'm adopting from another country, and I'm happy that I'll be healthy and energetic to give a kid a good life and good nutrition. My point is 1. Thank you for your relentless shaming and helpful facts and 2. For lurking fats or near fats like I was, diets and exercise DO work and LAST. Excuses do NOTHING but make you feel more and more like shit as you get fatter and fatter. Weight is NOT out of anyone's control.  And most of all, shaming goes a long way.  Keep it up you beautiful shitlords. You are my rock in this increasingly ridiculous fucking world.