Weight Loss Stories Novels & Stories

The education program Claudia would eventually, years from now, build into something that bore her own mark. At the back of the report, a section I'd asked the communications team to add two years ago. Stories. Not statistics. Stories. Specific people whose lives had been touched by the foundation's work. A woman in Chicago who'd accessed the therapy center after losing both parents in a car accident at nineteen. A boy in Seattle who'd received a scholarship and was now finishing a degree in public health. A family in London who'd found the resources to stay together after catastrophic loss. People my parents would never know existed.

"It's embarassing enough that I said all that." He stopped covering his face and smiled. "Thanks for apologizing, Crimson. It's true that I didn't want to talk about my illness, but it's not because I didn't want you to know about it. I'm just not ready to tell anyone about it yet. It isn't life threatening, so don't worry about me dying." I sighed and sat down. "Then you gotta promise me you aren't gonna die until you tell me about it, alright?" "Yeah, I promise, but you gotta tell me about yourself too."

She changed into her jogging pants and a pair of Nike shoes, tied her hair into a ponytail and went downstairs. "You're exercising after eating?" Diana questioned. "Good morning to you too," she walked out. She went into her gym and started running on the treadmill. She was watching the news at the same time. They were talking about HolyMan. "Even though his latest launch, Fatherd was a hit, people can't help but wonder if Mr. Gerard is healthy," the host said. "I agree with you," the co-host said. "He keeps fainting in television." "What angers the management more is the fact that Mr. Gerard hasn't said anything about his condition."

“Jenna, I told you not to slack off when dieting. Look at you. You spent all that money and got zero results. You’re so irresponsible. “Unlike me. I didn’t even join a gym. I eat a ton every day, I even do late-night eating streams, and I still lost twenty pounds. It’s honestly so annoying.” I looked at Chloe. She’d lost a lot of weight lately. Her face had slimmed down, and her already tall, slender figure looked even more defined. With her collarbones and toned midsection showing, she carried herself with a whole new kind of confidence.

"What? Get rid of him?" She must have realized her voice was too loud, so she glanced around nervously before continuing in a softer tone. I didn’t catch the rest of their conversation, but I sent David a message, warning him to be careful. He didn’t reply. I returned to my hellish regimen, watching my weight drop: 150 pounds, then 120, then 110, 100, and finally down to 95 pounds. The day my training ended was about two weeks before the New Year, and every major company was holding its annual celebration.

Breakfast was a sandwich from a street cart, lunch was a cheap takeout, and dinner was often just a bowl of instant noodles. I started taking on every project I could find. Not only did I take on design work, but I also accepted brand marketing and event-planning gigs. As long as a job was legal and paid, I took it. Within three months, I had lost 15 pounds. The dark circles under my eyes were deep, but my gaze had never been sharper. The number in my bank account crept slowly from three million dollars to 3.7 million dollars. With every deposit, I felt myself getting one step closer to my goal.

I saw his white and even teeth. "Yes. You can't believe it, am I right? When I started going to the gym, my weight reached 200 kilograms. Diligence, perseverance, and determination are my motivation to achieve this body." "How many years before you achieved your muscular body? I mean, you’re so sexy. Your waistline is about the size of my leg." "One year. I used the hurtful words I heard from other people to try to lose weight." "This woman in the picture, what happened to her?" I asked because she didn’t have a picture of the after.

"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

Everyone laughed loudly, loud enough for me to hear, including Sandra who narrated the ordeal to her mama, who laughed again. I went for a few more days and it was useless, even the instructor who called me aside didn’t believe that I could lose weight or get fit. But he still said the words anyway, lied straight up on my face that I would notice the changes in three months. He told me he would roll out a special program for me beside everyone else, for me and other two plus sized obsess members. Eventually, I gave up and stopped going to the gym. It seemed Sandra was in a competition with me, because as soon as I stopped going too, she quit. She had everything, why would she want to compete

I wanted to trust them because I want to be friends with them! When he saw I won’t budge, he lets out a deep sigh and left me. After gaining enough strength to get up without support, my focus is only on one thing: to be stronger. After coming here, I found myself losing weight. The flabby stomach that I have when I first came here was reduced in half, but it’s still there; I can still grab a few stomach rolls. This must be what it’s like to not eat fried foods almost every day and actually having to move around a lot. I kinda live an unhealthy lifestyle, so this new lifestyle is really taking a toll on my body.