Weight Loss Novels & Stories

As much as she liked to delude herself, the truth was that nowadays, Amanda found it difficult to look at herself in the mirror longer than was necessary, because she did not like the pig-eyed, chubby-faced woman with the endless rolls of flesh that stared back at her. If she lost weight, she would be hot again. She knew that as surely as she knew her own name, but then the will to start the process was what was so difficult for her. She kept postponing it and the more she postponed it, the fatter she got. Her train of thought was cut short when she spied a man who was nearly as fat as she was coming into the bar. He was alone, and after taking a good, leisurely look at him, Amanda realized

Don't end up putting in more weight instead of losing it. I let him drag me off, but my gaze turned even colder. His jealousy was as clear as day. Why hadn't I noticed it sooner? Just how dumb was I all this time? Flinging his hand off, I said, "I've already arranged a consultation with a nutritionist and signed up for a bodybuilding class. I'll be working on a weight loss plan that includes both watching my diet and exercising, so I'm sure I'll get the weight off soon enough."

"Sure! It's been a while since I shopped online." Sitting on the passenger seat, Jun could not help but join in on the conversation, "Avery, if you really want to lose weight, you can go shopping with Tammy more often! Shopping is a kind of exercise as well, and it's better than not eating." Avery was about to respond when Tammy seized the chance and said, "It's up to Avery how she wants to lose weight. Stay out of it." "Don't be unreasonable, Tammy! I am only concerned for her health because she is your best friend—"

Timothy. He looked to be in his fifties, calm and professional, with a tablet resting on his desk. He studied my medical history before looking at me. "You want significant weight loss in one month?" "Yes." "How significant?" "Drastic." His eyebrows lifted slightly. "I'll need a number." I swallowed. "Enough that I look completely different." "That's not a medically useful measurement." "I don't care about medically useful measurements." I leaned forward. "I need results. Fast."

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

"Because it's the same with women. You see the women sharing videos and pictures of men who look like us. Perfect, toned, and everything. Many have a man at home with a dad body who is overweight or similar. Most don't see it, though; people joke that those images of the dad bodies are only getting likes as they feel sorry for them. It's not; the women like it, but they don't all say it out loud, just as men don't." I chew against my lip. He's right. In our friend chat, most of the videos are of those men with abs and delicious lines, but I know I like a man who is overweight or who has a dad body. Justin didn't work out and would have been considered fat. "If you want to lose weight, go ahe

When the door was opened, Sammy was in front of me, blocking my path. "Bella!" She gave me a quick hug and inquired, "How are you?" "I'm fine. So, how about you? You appear to have lost weight?" While I was struggling to drag the bag inside, Sammy assisted me while saying, "Yes, I'm planning to lose 5kg this month." "5 kg? It's a challenging goal to achieve. Is it also healthy to lose that much weight in a month because I heard that the average weight loss in a month should be around 1.5 to 2kg."

“Eating a little won't bring back your old body. You've lost 20 kg this month." After a blink, the man wearing a black suit and round hat sighed. "Yeah, you're right. It's time for me to end the diet. Even if I gain one kilogram, they still won't be able to recognize me."

"Young lady, if you want to lose weight, you need to stop lying first." I froze. "What do you mean?" He gave me a mocking look. "Have you ever heard of conservation of energy? If you're gaining weight this fast, you must be sneaking food." I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm not! I haven't eaten anything else!"

"Tory, you know what you do to me when you talk dirty...But if I could give IT to you on the bus, I most certainly would. But the present I have for you—now that I can manage on the bus." They talked for almost an hour and then she showered and put on pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. She tugged at the loose waistband and then at the seat of the pants. They were usually so tight...Tory went to the restroom and stepped on the scale. Oh my God...she'd lost nine pounds. She'd lost nine pounds in less than a week! It had once taken her three months to lose nine pounds, and she'd just now done it in five days! She squealed and jumped up and down. Walking, dancing...making love, not to mention eatin