Weight Loss Stories Novels & Stories

I couldn't bring myself to be transparent enough to let mother in my challenges at school. My weight gain have been a major challenge and thing of great concern . People cast one look at me and go about spreading lectures on how I need to loose some belly fat and shapen up into a model overnight without sparing my feelings. I'm human to feel bad after their harsh comments and the past six months I've done a considerable amount of things to lose weight that is watching my diet, signing up to a fitness center and keeping tabs on weight loss instructions from tutors which I signed up for.

She tried to keep her voice steady, but it was getting more and more difficult. “Look, I know we don’t know each other very well, but Brian has spoken of you often.” I’ll bet! “And he mentioned that at one time you had lost quite a lot of weight. I was wondering if you could give me some ideas of what you did. I’ve read a lot of books, but they’re so confusing. I don’t want to join one of those impersonal weight loss organizations, they seem so cold. I would really appreciate it if you would help me.” Huh? Whew! “Sure, Mrs. Allen. I’d be happy to help. I think I may even have a copy of my old diet around here someplace. Just give me a minute.”

She should give me half of her winnings! It was true. One could survive off coupons alone, but after using them for two years, my weight dropped rapidly. At five feet seven inches, I went from 132 pounds to under 77 pounds. Anyone who saw the drastic change would be horrified. But Mom didn't seem to notice. To her, as long as I wasn't dead, everything was fine. Even now, I wasn't even holding out hope that she would admit she was wrong. "I'll never give you the money. Me winning the coupon has nothing to do with you. You want the money? Forget about it!"

I woke up at half past five each morning and got home at ten in the evening. I cut out every unnecessary expense, including coffee, dining out, movies, and new clothes. Breakfast was two buns from a street stall. Lunch was the cheapest set at the company cafeteria. Dinner was usually discounted ready-made food from the supermarket after work. I started taking on freelance work like crazy. Weekends and nights were spent doing project proposals and industry reports for small companies. Each job paid a couple of hundred. It was exhausting, but money came fast. In three months, I lost 20 pounds. I looked gaunt with hollow eyes and pale skin. My coworkers joked that I looked like I'd been abducte

"Shannon, if you still can't control your eating, you'll die! Your father died from obesity. I don't want to lose you, too!" She wept, and a sense of helplessness washed over me. I did not know how to make them believe I had not been sneaking out to eat or eating junk food secretly. I did not want her to worry, and I did not want to die. Desperate for answers, I posted my story online and asked for help. Most people mocked me or told me to stop lying. Everyone insisted I must be eating in secret. Only one reply caught my attention: [Have you thought about your sister having something to do with this? Why is she losing weight while you keep gaining it?]

After the waiter left, she said with a smile, “Are you trying to save money for me? I’m treating you to a meal, yet you just want water.” “Mrs. Lewis, I drank water at night to lose weight back then. I would only drink when I was really thirsty. I dared not drink anything else because I was worried I couldn’t lose weight. Now that I’ve finally lost weight, I need to control my diet so I won’t revert to my previous figure.” She had spent half a year losing weight. It was no easy task. Weight loss required perseverance. Mrs. Lewis observed Liberty and praised her, “You can even be featured on weight loss advertisements. You’re totally different from when I first met you.”

I promised that day that I would be doing everything I could to wear it some day That dress changed my life, it really did! Something happened to me that day after I bought the dress, I went home, I started to clean the fridge and the closets throwing away everything I had: good bye bakery products, chocolate, chips, fries, burgers and of course let’s not forget the ice cream. I wasn’t ready to give up her yet, but I made myself a promise: Every Saturday will meet again. That day changed my life, I started walking, eat healthy and even though the first month I gain more weight than I loose, the following one, I was able to see actual results. I was so proud of myself

“How do you know?” “What?” “Three months ago, would you have thought that you’d be able to run a mile without stopping?” “No.” “But last week, you did a mile and a half.” Pinky smiled at her. “You’ve lost seventeen pounds and three inches. Did you think that you’d do that?” “I have?” “My numbers don’t lie. You started at 241 with a waist of 52 and now you’re at 224 and 49. You’re not going to know what you’re capable of until you try.”