Trigger warning. Mention of ED

I’ve always had a really unhealthy relationship with food and weighing myself constantly. Crying when I gained any weight, hating myself for eating basically anything. For about 15 years I was obsessed with staying as close to my old high school weight as possible. And the older I got the harder that became - I was literally sick mentally and physically.

I started going to the gym because I thought I needed to lose more weight… but something else happened.

A kind angel who used to work at my gym noticed me and at first just said “Hey man, noticed you’ve been coming in pretty regularly, keep up the good work”. That was it at first, but it was more than enough for me to keep coming back. He kept encouraging me every time he saw me, I don’t know why but one day I just asked him what I could do to address my love handles MY LOVE HANDLES 🥴.

I think he knew what was going on, instead of telling me that I don’t have ‘love handles’ or that I’m already skinny enough he just told me that I need to eat a little more protein and balance it with some fiber and my body would take care of the rest. “You need to give it fuel, if you want it to burn”.

That was it.

Slowly I started learning how to cook, what foods I should be putting in. I started seeing abs forming and my chest started looking better. I didn’t even realize I was gaining weight and by that point I didn’t care. I haven’t weighed myself in over a year now. My relationship with food is better. My relationship with myself is better.

I never got to thank him before he moved on to bigger and better opportunities.

Thank you Steven. You probably saved my life.