How Chronic Pain Forced Me to Take Those Last Ten Pounds Seriously

Foundational Habits for Unfucking Your Diet.

I’ve never been particularly interested in writing about my own struggles and successes with weight management, in part because it’s an incredibly sensitive and highly personal subject for a lot of people. However, lately a few people in the dreaded throes of lockdown gain have privately asked me how I manage my shit, so here I am, oversharing. Much like a recipe blog, I gotta begin with a little essaying to provide personal context before I get to the good stuff, so feel free to skip ahead if you’re impatient, but then don’t come after me in the comments cause I WILL BE ABLE TO TELL YOU DIDN’T READ THE THING.

Anyway — sensitivity. The title of this essay is true, but I wasn’t completely comfortable writing it — someone will inevitably come along, get mad, and tell me they have chronic pain and THEY have not been able to lose weight by any means necessary and HOW DARE I suggest all that is needed is the right kind of motivation? Well, I’m not. I’m telling you what worked for me, and me only. I get it, I promise. Despite a lifetime of other people commenting on my body, I’ve never been Capital-F-Fat so I do not have to deal with the bullshit experienced by those whose pain isn’t taken seriously at the doctor. I easily fit into airline…