This blog post originates from a Twitter rant I posted earlier on today.
The best thing I ever for myself did was take control of my life back in late 2016. I finally lost my weight (I put on 40 pounds during a rather dark period of my life), cleaned up my eating, escaped law school (even after having the blessed opportunity of interning in a Los Angeles law firm, I still had to admit that the legal profession wasn’t for me), worked a creative internship in NYC last fall (I actually started two others internships, but had to quit for personal reasons), started my MMA training, focused on my writing, got a big ol’ tattoo, took the GRE, applied for M.A./M.F.A. programs, and more.
“So, tell me… what’s your trick to losing all that weight?”
“Just between you and me, how did you really lose so much weight?”
These are the types of questions I get pretty often these days [ever since I successfully dropped the many, many pounds I accumulated in my final few semesters of college and dropped 10 pant sizes].
Aside from a few close, loved ones, I’ve basically stopped trying to answer these inquiries because no one really likes what I have to say. My response to these questions usually revolves around words like “discipline”, “hard-work”, “exercise”, “clean eating”, “patience”, and “accountability”.
Needless to say, this isn’t what most of the people sliding into my DMs want to hear. A lot of people want “easy” and “glamorous” – they want one of those magical pills or mysterious fruits that you see splashed all over Twitter by popular accounts. I honestly can’t blame them; life is busy, and we all have some tedious responsibilities on our shoulders. It’s not easy to add a weight loss journey into an already saturated, tiring schedule.