I used to weigh well over 300lbs, and I eventually took up a hobby that made me want to lose it badly enough to go through the trouble of making my body eat half of itself.

I don't get to order pizza. I don't get to pick up something from a fast food joint on the way home. I can't go to a restaurant with friends. I have to avoid gatherings where free food will be present. I dread the days a coworker brings in donuts. I've had to get used to going to bed hungry. I usually don't have much energy at all because my caloric intake has to be restricted so much to prevent me from gaining weight back, so I take stimulants to suppress appetite and make it possible to get through the day without falling asleep at my desk. I am a slave to the scale.

So I guess what I'm saying is that I disagree with your statement. Oh, it sucked to be fat alright, because people treated me like shit just for existing and because it was embarrassing every time I broke a chair, but I wouldn't say I had less energy and I definitely wouldn't say I had less fun either.

My personal experience is very similar and you described it in a way better than I could. And then add on to that the requirement to do that day in and day out for the rest of your life.

Thank you for sharing.

What about stuff like how after losing weight I notice myself running to catch a bus? I _never_ would have done that in the past.

Or even the other day I realized I was taking steps two at a time! Woah! That is Not the old me.