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2009.12.16 22:53 webchickie Plus Size Support Community

A place for plus-sized people to discuss fashion, body acceptance, dating, haimake-up, fitness, health, fat-shaming and other related matters. We boot any shaming or negativity, sexually harassing comments, or inappropriate remarks.
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2010.06.22 20:33 katiejoh WeddingPlanning

Discuss your personal wedding planning here! Please be sure to check out our rules.
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2018.11.15 00:28 Eating Disorders Anonymous

A public subreddit for discussing the struggles of having an eating disorder. Much like an Alcoholics Anonymous or Narcotics Anonymous group, we offer emotional support and harm reduction but no encouragement of furthering ED behaviors. This subreddit is not officially associated with the support group Eating Disorders Anonymous. We are not exclusive to or trying to “force” recovery on anyone.
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2024.06.01 14:07 motorcitynightmare Weary of Starting

My endocrinologist and pcp both approved me for Wegovy for weight loss. A little backstory: I’ve been “chubby”my entire life. I’m 5’5, I weigh 230lbs. I finally lost weight in high school (healthy) and got down from 187-143 in about 2 years. I used to be a competitive powerlifter and lost both parents very close apart so I fell out of it. I still train at the gym but no longer competing. My workouts now are solely based on how much energy and drive I have that day. My last competition weight was 198. Which was about 5 years ago. I went up a pant size but I’m kind of in between and my size hasn’t gone up too much. I don’t eat much but I find myself binging some when I finally get time to eat because I’m so busy. I’m an independent hair stylist and I part own a restaurant. My sister went on this same medication since October 2023. She’s lost weight on it, but she didn’t make the lifestyle changes needed. She lost a ton of hair, not bald but much thinner than she had. I’m worried about starting this because of the side effects such as hair loss. Not so much the stomach aches and digestive upset. I haven’t gotten a script yet but my pcp told me to message her when I was ready and she would send it in. My goal weight I would love to be 170-175. Keep in mind, I have a fair amount of muscle on me so that weight for me is healthy. I guess I’m just looking for information if I should keep working on my healthy habits or if I should add wegovy into my regime. My dr didn’t seem too concerned about the hair loss and all that she was kind of like yeah it’s possible but I’ve never seen it and then kind of dismissed it.
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2024.06.01 14:05 laurajnic Help with weaning

After EPing for almost 4 months I have decided to wean myself off of it. I was feeling super guilty about it until LO was not gaining enough weight strictly on breast milk despite eating 30-35 oz a day. I was a just enough producer and actually was amazed that I was able to pump exactly how much he needed in a day. After his 3 month well check the dr suggested maybe try doing 50/50 milk to formula to see if that helps him gain weight. It seems to be working so far. So I have decided to slowly wean myself from pumping because I have a decent amount frozen and honestly, I want to do whatever is best for my son. If formula helps him stay on his growth curve then so be it. But I am having trouble weaning. I decided to do it gradually after reading all the things from everyone in this community. I was at 7 ppd then went to 6 then 5 and so on and so forth. I am at 2 ppd now. One when I wake and one before bed. But it seems like the amount of milk pumped just isn’t decreasing! I tried to shorten the pumps and ended up with a nasty clogged duct last night which I was able to get rid of pretty quickly. This morning my right breast was literally leaking and I pumped about 5 oz out of it. I am at a loss as to what to do next. I was hoping to be done by this point but I don’t want to risk the clogs or mastitis but I know I should decrease the time on the pump. But everytime I don’t empty my breasts a clog occurs…despite doing and taking everything to prevent it. I drink the no more milk tea. I use the Cabo cream. I avoid the hot water. I don’t want to take Sudafed if I don’t have to. Any suggestions, advice, insights would be sooooo greatly appreciated!! 🫶🏼
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2024.06.01 14:03 Inner-Cause-7014 AITA for yelling at my close catholic friend for calling me father?

Am I the asshole for yelling at my close catholic friend for calling me father?
Okay, a little background info, when I (26M) was 18 I got stupid drunk with my friends and we thought it would be funny if I got ordained online, I didnt remember it the next morning and only found out when they sent me a congratulations email on becoming an ordained minister. I didnt bother to change it and left it as a funny story to tell and something that could one day come in handy. But technically I was now a member of the clergy of this strange online church.
Its vaguely necessary to know that my family is also very catholic and I was pretty sure the online church was protestant or nothing specific at all, whatever it was it definitely was not catholic so my family, especially the older ones, would not approve, so I kept the story only for friends or icebreakers.
My little drunken choice had no real effect on my life whatsoever until a few months ago when my childhood friend (26F) read an email over my shoulder of the ministry congratulating me on the anniversary of me getting ordained and it referred to me as Reverend (my name here). Now my childhood friend and I met at our church and she is still very catholic whilst I am not so much. She read the email and found it funny too, so I thought i was in the clear.
That was until we both hung out with our mutual friends (mostly from our childhood) and she referred to me as Reverend (my name here). Everyone was kind of confused but I assumed she was joking and explained it to them. She continued with what I assumed to be a joke and I didn’t find it that funny but it wasn’t that annoying so I let it slide.
That was until a week ago when we hung out again as a group and she referred to me as Father (my name here) over and over. I found this really quite weird so I asked her to stop but she said she had to refer to a member of the clergy respectfully. I was slightly dumbfounded and just left it.
We hung out again yesterday and she did it again in front of all our friends and everyone was really confused and probably a bit weirded out. She continued and one of our friends made it into a s3xyal joke despite both of us being in a relationship with other people. This irked me a lot and when she called me Father again I yelled at her to stop.
She got angry and stormed off with a few of our friends. Everyone went home after and a few of them are texting me telling me to apologise to her.
AITA here?
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2024.06.01 14:02 BigBoiSouth Has anyone heard others talk about their relationships and you realize that you never had a partner that was really into you?

I went out with some friends yesterday and I was the only single person. The way their partners would talk about how protective and obsessed with them was interesting. Their girlfriends talked about how they would curse out and press women who were trying to hit on their man. How they would stalk and look their instagram for new followers and stuff. How much they were into them from the jump and how their girlfriends were the ones that approached them. How much they wanted to have their partner's baby and more.
I was floored. I am 5 years older than all of them. I have had 3 relationships and I have NEVER had a partner that into me. It actually made me feel sad. I would like a partner who smothered me and stuff, but I just can't even fathom someone being that into me. I feel like I am always the one putting in more effort than my partner usually, and they typically lose interest.
And before the comments flood in about me possibly being clingy, anxiously attached, and more... by putting in more effort I am not saying that I was obsessive like the women above or that I smothered my partners with attention. My last two exes, I would only see 1-2 times a week, but we would text everyday. I would plan the dates, buy gifts, do most of the cooking, and etc. I never really had someone match that effort or care about me like the women above. There were things I could improve e.g. weight loss and self-esteem, but outside of those two things, which are big, I don't see much of anything else taking away from my dating life.
Anyway, how do people find partners like these women, and has anyone else experienced this?
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2024.06.01 14:01 AutoModerator Weekly Rewatch, Help Me Find an Episode, and General Chat Thread

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2024.06.01 14:01 Secret-Property5498 Breaking free from your narcissistic parent as an adult child (long)

Hello Dr. K and the HealthyGamer community,
I am seeking advice, support, and insights on how to emotionally separate and individuate from my parents later in life, which I should have done much earlier. The adult part of me knows what I need to do, but there's also a part of me that is frightened. Let me give you a snapshot of my life trajectory. The story is long, but I want to provide as much context as possible. If you prefer a short summary of my dilemma, please skip to the last paragraph. Otherwise, here is my life story:
I grew up in a well-to-do family in an East Asian country. My parents had me in their early 20s, just as their business began to flourish during the 'boom years.' Both came from very broken families. My mother experienced poverty, abuse, and neglect from her parents (she did not speak to her dad until he died and almost never acknowledges her mother). My father was the least favorite child in his family of three, dropped out of high school, ended up on the streets, and, as I learned a few years ago, was later imprisoned for fighting. My parents met when my mother was 19 and my father 21, ran away together, and built a very successful business in their early to mid-20s, becoming incredibly wealthy in a generally poor society.
Although we were affluent, my parents were never around. I started boarding at age 3 and spent most of my time outside school with my paternal grandparents and occasionally my maternal grandmother. My parents fought a lot. My mother once threatened to take me away and drove off with me with no specific destination. At one point, she told me she was divorcing my father, and we moved into another apartment for a day before returning home. She emotionally smothered me, saying she would die for me and that no one would love me as much as she did. She also hit me often over small things, sometimes in public. I thought she was better than my father, who, according to her, would remarry quickly if she left or died, subjecting me to abuse from an evil stepmother.
Despite our wealth, my mother took me out of an international school after six months and sent me to a state school known for being strict and militant. I was a 'good, smart kid' in primary school, but around age 12 or 13, I became very depressed and felt life had no purpose. I failed almost all my subjects except History and started drinking, influenced by my father's heavy drinking and a culture that tolerated alcoholism.
Then something happened that saved me in retrospect. My family emigrated to an Anglophone New World country, and I went to another boarding school. Despite experiencing racism and feeling self-conscious about my appearance, I improved academically and, by years 12 and 13, was among the best students. Between ages 13-18, I saw my father rarely, perhaps once or twice a year. My mother visited periodically, and they bought a house near the school, where I lived mostly alone. Like many first-generation immigrant kids, I handled most family matters because my parents couldn't speak English.
When it was time for university, I wanted to study law and politics at the local public university, but my father insisted I go to the UK or the US, believing a degree from the local university would not lead to a good job. He also prevented me from taking a gap year. I regret not leaving home to get a job. I applied to many universities and chose the worst-ranked one in London because I wanted to be in the city.
University was eye-opening. I discovered Europe and realized the world was much bigger than the conformist, conservative East Asian country and backwater suburbs I knew. However, my degree didn't prepare me for life, and my emotionally underdeveloped state made me miserable in adult relationships. I chose emotionally distant or abusive friends, hurt people who liked me, and did no internships or travel because I was expected to help my family during holidays. I wanted to stay in London, looked for random jobs, but had no life skills or work experience. Eventually, I returned to East Asia.
By then, my father had moved to a more cosmopolitan East Asian city, living extravagantly. I interned at a fancy company for almost a year, hoping for a job offer that never came. I soon found a job in brand consulting and finally started earning money at 23. I had a relationship with an older woman, but I was still emotionally detached. I tried freelancing, learned to impress others, and almost made enough to support myself, but I was fundamentally lost and unhappy. I experienced my first depressive episode and decided to return to London for a Master's degree. My father agreed to fund my education.
That year was the happiest of my life. I loved university, research, and being with smart, nerdy people. I met an intelligent, caring, and beautiful woman, and we moved in together. I discovered more fulfilling ways to live and found that success didn't mean working for an investment bank or being rich. I wanted to be an academic, applied for a PhD, and got in after two attempts.
Academia wasn't all rosy. The work conditions were awful, and the publish-or-perish mentality sucked the joy out of research. I loved teaching but quickly learned it mattered little at a 'research university.' I gained weight, my relationship deteriorated, arguments turned physical, and I felt worthless. The pandemic made things worse, and I felt I needed to radically change my life. My solution was to become the person my family wanted: filial, loyal, and rich. I was ready to abandon my life in London and move back to East Asia to 'stop being a loser.'
I returned home, trying to fix my family and shower them with love. I interned at a VC firm, but it clashed with my values, and I cried every day at work. I broke up with my girlfriend for someone with no emotional attachment, leading to great sex but zero intimacy. Within three months, I was broke, living in a short-term rental, and eating unhealthily. Fortunately, I had a therapist, a good friend in Shanghai, and my girlfriend gave me a second chance. I realized my family's emotional neglect contributed to my unhappiness and depression. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and medicated, which helped me move out of paralysis. I confronted my family about their past actions and my diagnosis. My mother reacted poorly, calling me names and accusing me of being a horrible son. This ordeal made me realize I needed to break away from them. What I threw away in London was actually the most valuable: a career, a family, my identity.
After confronting my mother that year, she vowed never to see me again. However, 6-8 months later, she sent me a large sum of money for my birthday. I let her back into my life, partly for financial help but also seeking proof of their love and acceptance. Things improved initially, but soon she started complaining about mistreatment by my partner. Then, my parents promised to buy me a flat and pressured me to get married. I accepted the flat for stability and freedom, ignoring their past behavior. Predictably, the flat became a tool for my mother to control me. She threatened to sue me if my girlfriend moved in and disputed the flat's ownership just weeks before the move-in date. I have a demanding job and spend much of my day dealing with this situation, processing the emotional toll of my mother's actions. I feel unsafe, violated, and confused. I hear a voice telling me this is all my fault and that I'm too weak. I know what I need to do cognitively, but emotionally I'm paralyzed. Do you understand what I mean? What would you do?
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2024.06.01 14:00 MariafromSilentHill Scared to death of having sagging facial skin after 90lbs of weight loss

Hi, I am a 25 y.o 5ft 10” (1.77m) male this is about to be 26 who started losing weight in January of this year, I was 260lbs (117kg) fluctuating between 270lbs (122kg) sometimes. I’ve been this weight since late 2017. My current weight is 236lbs (107kg) in which I lost around 24lbs (10kg) so far. My goal weight is around 190lbs (86kg) or 170lbs (77kg). I’ve read up on excess skin (particularly sagging in the face) after major weight loss and I couldn’t be more discouraged, I have an incredibly hard time with loving my body as it is including issues with how I view myself due to a mental illness. Am I doomed to this fate because I definitely cannot afford any type of surgery.
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2024.06.01 13:58 McPhronik The joy of reaching 1 kd was immeasurable, until I realised I still had more deaths

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2024.06.01 13:56 Sortthingsout Losing weight in time for my wedding

I (M) am getting married this summer and we both come from a conservative culture so haven’t done anything before marriage. I’ve been going through a weight loss journey since I got engaged, and lost a bit of weight but in the past several weeks I’ve been negligent and gained a bit back tbh.
I’m committed to losing weight until I get to a healthy weight, but I have accepted that I’m not going to be at a lean healthy weight in time for my wedding, for reference I am a 6’4 male and currently weigh 320 lb, goal weight is 220 lb.
Of course she knows I’m fat because she’s seen me? But she’s never seen me naked. And idk how many fat men experience this and probably tmi but when my pp is flaccid it’s either like an inch long because the fat pad or sometimes it’s all the way in if it’s cold/just came out the showeI’m crouching 😅 - idk why I’m nervous about it but my doctor said it’s fine and that it’s common in overweight men
Really appreciate if anyone with a similar experience/anyone can give my advice, what to think about, and be more confident etc.
I’ve accepted that I’m not going to be anywhere near my goal weight in time for this summer so I should stop with the extreme dieting etc. and just focus on healthy sustainable weight loss
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2024.06.01 13:56 genericusername1904 H.G. WELLS’S, THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME (1933) VS. 1984 AND BRAVE NEW WORLD

H.G. WELLS’S, THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME (1933) VS. 1984 AND BRAVE NEW WORLD

ID, IX. MAIORES. V, CAL. IUNI. FORTUNA PRIMIGENIA.

I discovered this book by complete chance last year – a very old hardback copy was given to me as gift (in a situation which was certainly weighted with the most unlikely of synchronicities), “huh,” I thought, “it’s a first edition of H.G. Wells,” the book itself almost cannot be opened because it is so old and falling apart so I procured a text and audio file of the thing relatively easily and began to read. In hindsight not only for myself but I fancy for the generations of the last fifty years - in all totality, it is deeply strange that this book has not been more widely recognized or taught in schools, as like 1984 and Brave New World, as being the third contender (although technically the second, published one year after Huxley – seemingly written at the same time interestingly enough) in “visions of dystopia” – except that the book is not so much a vision of dystopia tomorrow but a vision of dystopia ‘today’ or rather ‘life as we know it’ of the 19th, 20th and 21st Centuries (endless war, endless pandemics, economic and logistic chaos), narrated from the comfortable and reassuring position of a society far far in the future who have long since revised their culture and solved all of the causes of the problems and become a society of genius polymaths “with (every Man and Woman) the intellectual equal of the polymaths of the ancient world.”
Now, I do not mean here to seem to ‘sweet-talk’ the reader into rushing out and buying this book or to hold it up in the manner of those other books as if it were some ideological blueprint but instead to assay the thing in the natural context which seems to me to be universally unrealized and which presents itself to us as a thing which is plainly self-evident, that is: that in the depressing and miserable dichotomy of 1984 and Brave New World; two extremely atomizing and miserable narratives, that there is also – far more empowering – The Shape Of Things To Come wherein the miserable protagony and antagony of both 1984 and Brave New World might read as merely a footnote somewhere in the middle of the book as an example of the witless measures mankinds old master undertook to preserve their power in an untenable circumstance. In other words, we know all about 1984 as children; we have this drummed into our heads and we glean our cultural comprehension that dictators cannot be cliques of business people but only lone individuals, usually in military uniform, and then we graduate from that to Brave New World to gain a more sophisticated comprehension of the feckless consumerism and ‘passive egoism’ by which our society actually operates, but then we do not – as I argue we ought – continue along in our education with this third book which actually addresses the matters at hand at a more adult level.
For instance, here, from ‘The Breakdown Of Finance And Social Morale After Versailles’ (Book One, Chapter Twelve) addresses in a single paragraph the cause of our continual economic chaos (of which all crime and poverty and war originates from) and highlights the problem from which this chaos cannot be resolved yet could easily be resolved, “adjustment was left to blind and ill-estimated forces,” “manifestly, a dramatic revision of the liberties of enterprise was necessary, but the enterprising people who controlled politics (would be) the very last people to undertake such a revision,”

…the expansion of productive energy was being accompanied by a positive contraction of the distributive arrangements which determined consumption. The more efficient the output, the fewer were the wages-earners. The more stuff there was, the fewer consumers there were. The fewer the consumers, the smaller the trading profits, and the less the gross spending power of the shareholders and individual entrepreneurs. So buying dwindled at both ends of the process and the common investor suffered with the wages- earner. This was the "Paradox of Overproduction" which so troubled the writers and journalists of the third decade of the twentieth century.

It is easy for the young student to-day to ask "Why did they not adjust?" But let him ask himself who there was to adjust. Our modern superstructure of applied economic science, the David Lubin Bureau and the General Directors' Board, with its vast recording organization, its hundreds of thousands of stations and observers, directing, adjusting, apportioning and distributing, had not even begun to exist. Adjustment was left to blind and ill-estimated forces. It was the general interest of mankind to be prosperous, but it was nobody's particular interest to keep affairs in a frame of prosperity. Manifestly a dramatic revision of the liberties of enterprise was necessary, but the enterprising people who controlled politics, so far as political life was controlled, were the very last people to undertake such a revision.

There is a clever metaphor I fancy that Wells worked in to this for the ‘actual’ defacto controlling class of things, that is: not really the politicians (sorry to disappoint the Orwell and conspiracy fans) but instead the ‘Dictatorship of the Air’ which might easily read as the ‘Dictatorship of the Airwaves’ – in colloquial language, that being radio and then television. Certainly we might imagine Rupert Murdoch or Ted Turner or Sumner Redstone (of yesterday) entering into honourable retirement as like the ‘dictators of the air’ of the very last days before the establishment of a one world state – in any case that is how things would work out, as the power of, say, Ted Turner to eradicate a political party in the United States – at any time he wishes – by simply green-lighting coverage of their bad actions relentlessly for months until revolution occurs is a real power of which no other institution possesses nor possesses any means of defence against, i.e. the ‘real power’ in our world to end a war or begin or war or end this or begin that is that power held by the organized press. This metaphor is somewhat of a more mature view, I think, than Wells earlier conception of the press in The Sleeper Awakes (1899) where the press of a dystopian future is visualized as a “babble machine” spreading circular nonsense to preoccupy the citizenry (although this is arguably a true representation of the mental processes of the Twitter and Facebook user, or of the general baby-speak and extremely infantile form of the news reports on the front page of the BBC News website) which is more or less what the press depicted as being in Brave New World also.
However the construction of sudden new realities (or sudden ‘actualities’) presented by the equation of interdependent technological innovations (i.e. the radio and the television in this instance) is mentioned early on in The Shape Of Things To Come in ‘How The Idea And Hope Of The Modern World State First Appeared’ (Book One, Chapter Two),

The fruitlessness of all these premature inventions is very easily explained. First in the case of the Transatlantic passage; either the earlier navigators who got to America never got back, or, if they did get back, they were unable to find the necessary support and means to go again before they died, or they had had enough of hardship, or they perished in a second attempt. Their stories were distorted into fantastic legends and substantially disbelieved. It was, indeed, a quite futile adventure to get to America until the keeled sailing ship, the science of navigation, and the mariner's compass had been added to human resources. (Then), in the matter of printing, it was only when the Chinese had developed the systematic manufacture of abundant cheap paper sheets in standard sizes that the printed book—and its consequent release of knowledge—became practically possible. Finally the delay in the attainment of flying was inevitable because before men could progress beyond precarious gliding it was necessary for metallurgy to reach a point at which the internal combustion engine could be made. Until then they could build nothing strong enough and light enough to battle with the eddies of the air.

In an exactly parallel manner, the conception of one single human community organized for collective service to the common weal had to wait until the rapid evolution of the means of communication could arrest and promise to defeat the disintegrative influence of geographical separation. That rapid evolution came at last in the nineteenth century, and it has been described already in a preceding chapter of this world history. Steam power, oil power, electric power, the railway, the steamship, the aeroplane, transmission by wire and aerial transmission followed each other very rapidly. They knit together the human species as it had never been knit before. Insensibly, in less than a century, the utterly impracticable became not merely a possible adjustment but an urgently necessary adjustment if civilization was to continue.

In other words, then, a global state (or, rather, such power in general held by the press as I see the analogy extending to them as being the ‘Dictatorship of the Airwaves’) was impossible to imagine and completely laughable before the technologies had stacked together to reveal as like in a simple piece of arithmetic which produced a single outcome of the equation; that no sooner had the technologies existed then the thing had become an actual reality – in that 1) unassailable political power had been unthinkingly dropped into the lap of the owners of the press, but that more importantly as consequence that therefore 2) mankind was subject to that power, that is: the situation existed the moment the technologies did – and this whether any living person had even realized it, as I think quite naturally all the time Men and Women invent things that they really have no notion of the fullest or most optimal uses of (“nothing is needed by fools, for: they do not understand how to use anything but are in want of everything,” Chrysippus), e.g. in no metaphor the television was quite literally invented as a ‘ghost box’ to commune with ghosts imagined to reveal themselves by manipulating the black and white of the static until someone else had the idea that there was at least one other use for that contraption.
It is quite strange, also, that in contemporary times we have for ages been heavily propagandized ‘against’ the idea of a “one world state” as if, say, all the crimes and fecklessness that have gone on in our lifetimes are somehow secretly building towards the creation of such a thing – not a thing you would naturally conclude from an observation of those events nor a thing advocated for by anybody (insofar as I have ever heard) but it is a thing which would be the first logical response to ‘preventing’ such crimes from ever occurring again – such as like the already widely practiced concept of a Senate-Style Federation of Sovereign States rather than a hundred or so mutually antagonistic polities capable of bombing themselves or screwing up their economies and creating waves of refugees or mass starvation or pandemics, and so on. For instance, All Egypt is dependent on the flow of the Nile which originates in what is today another country, that other country recently decimated the flow of the Nile by gumming up the Nile with a Hydroelectric Dam; such an outcome would not occur if the total mass of the land itself was governed as the single interconnected economic and environmental system that it is in physical reality of which, when divided along arbitrary borderlines, there is no means to govern the entirety of the region in an amicable and prosperous manner for all as a whole and no recourse to the otherwise intolerable situation but War which is unlikely to occur – as most Nations are comprised of civilized peoples who rightly loath the concept of War – but it is the single and unavoidable outcome to resolve such a situation until that situation has dragged on for decades, causing immense suffering, until it reaches that point of desperation – the matter of Palestine and Israel, fresh to my mind in these days, raises itself also.
Of the matter of War itself, in ‘The Direct Action Of The Armament Industries In Maintaining War Stresses’ (Book One, Chapter Eleven), Wells relays in 1933 what United States President Eisenhower would later remark in 1961 in his farewell address of the dangers of the Military Industrial Complex; albeit far more analytically on Wells part, that: it is not so much the ‘desire to harm’ on the part of the armament industries which sees them engage in unnecessary build-up of weapons stockpiles but that it is simply their business to produce, to stockpile, produce more deadly variants and stockpile the more deadly variants and sell off their old stockpiles to whomsoever rings their doorbell; for instance the on-going War in Ukraine is no different in this regard to the Viet Cong and NATO Warfare in Vietnam in that massive quantiles of cheap munitions were necessary for the war to be fought in the first place and massive quantities of munitions happened to exist as a by-product of the Armaments Industries to be dumped onto the warring parties in order to facilitate their macabre impulses at the expense of the citizenry; both at their cost in terms of the debt taken on to procure the weaponry on the part of their governments and in terms of their lives when the weaponry was unused to the outcome of massive loss of life of a single peoples within a bordered space – a thing of no value to themselves. Simply put, albeit in a very simplistic reduction to the bare basics: the War would not reached such catastrophic inhuman proportions without massive quantities of cheap Armaments that otherwise sat taking up warehouse space for more valuable Armaments on the part of the producer and seller.

In a perpetual progress in the size and range of great guns, in a vast expansion of battleships that were continually scrapped in favour of larger or more elaborate models, (Armament Firms) found a most important and inexhaustible field of profit. The governments of the world were taken unawares, and in a little while the industry, by sound and accepted methods of salesmanship, was able to impose its novelties upon these ancient institutions with their tradition of implacable mutual antagonism. It was realized very soon that any decay of patriotism and loyalty would be inimical to this great system of profits, and the selling branch of the industry either bought directly or contrived to control most of the great newspapers of the time, and exercised a watchful vigilance on the teaching of belligerence in schools. Following the established rules and usages for a marketing industrialism, and with little thought of any consequences but profits, the directors of these huge concerns built up the new warfare that found its first exposition in the Great War of 1914-18, and gave its last desperate and frightful convulsions in the Polish wars of 1940 and the subsequent decades.

Even at its outset in 1914-18 this new warfare was extraordinarily uncongenial to humanity. It did not even satisfy man's normal combative instincts. What an angry man wants to do is to beat and bash another living being, not to be shot at from ten miles distance or poisoned in a hole. Instead of drinking delight of battle with their peers, men tasted all the indiscriminating terror of an earthquake. The war literature stored at Atacama, to which we have already referred, is full of futile protest against the horror, the unsportsmanlike quality, the casual filthiness and indecency, the mechanical disregard of human dignity of the new tactics. But such protest itself was necessarily futile, because it did not go on to a clear indictment of the forces that were making, sustaining and distorting war. The child howled and wept and they did not even attempt to see what it was had tormented it.

To us nowadays it seems insane that profit-making individuals and companies should have been allowed to manufacture weapons and sell the apparatus of murder to all comers. But to the man of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries it seemed the most natural thing in the world. It had grown up in an entirely logical and necessary way, without any restraint upon the normal marketing methods of peace-time commerce, from the continually more extensive application of new industrial products to warfare. Even after the World War catastrophe, after that complete demonstration of the futility of war, men still allowed themselves to be herded like sheep into the barracks, to be trained to consume, and be consumed, by new lines of slaughter goods produced and marketed by the still active armament traders. And the accumulation of a still greater and still more dangerous mass of war material continued.

The book is, if the reader has likely already gathered from the excerpts, not written in the style of a protagonal narrative; i.e. not as a story, i.e. no hero and no villain, but as a sort of a Historia Augusta – that is really the most fitting comparison I think of when trying to describe this to a new reader (or perhaps J.J. Scarisbrick’s Henry VIII), that is to say it is written ‘as’ a History in the classical style we are familiar with from the better of the ancient writers, as like Appian or Cassius Dio, but unlike Suetonius or Tacitus it is absent of the sloppy hinging of all bad things on the highly personalized propaganda ad hominem (i.e. blame the fall of empire on one guy) that goes in those narrative works as we are typically familiar with them.
It is, of course, a work a fiction; although Wells did predict World War Two beginning in late 1939-1940 (although he had Poland putting up much better and longer of a fight against the Germans) and various other innovations, beginning from his own day with a true account of events prior to his own day – giving us a valuable account of affairs and actors prior to 1933 which would otherwise not come easily to any of us to discover. But the book, ultimately, is vehicle for the transmission and discussion of these societal (i.e. social, economic, industrial, logistic) matters presented to the audience of the day fresh, in their own minds, from the abject horror recently witnessed in World War One – and the economic catastrophes of which Roosevelts reforms had not yet come into tangible reality (i.e. relief for the poor, public works projects such as the motorways across America) as is discussed in that other seemingly little known H.G. Wells literary offering in his face-to-face interview with Josef Stalin the following year in 1934 (something which I think is of far more historical value than say, Nixon and Frost or Prince Andrew and Emily Maitlis), so as to ‘avert’ another crisis and pluck from the ether a seemingly alternate trajectory of where Mankind might at last get its act together. This ‘novel’ (thought it seems strange to call it that) ought be read, I would advise, in conjunction with ‘The Sleeper Awakes’ (1899) and also the (actually very depressing – I would not advise it) short-story prequel ‘A Story Of The Days To Come’ (1897) – set in that same universe – which, perhaps it is because I am English, seems to me to be a black horror show of the reality that we actually find ourselves living in this far into an actually dystopic future – or perhaps yet with the ‘strange windmills’ powering the mega cities that this a future yet to come (no pun intended); the broken speech, the babble machines, the miserable condition of the Working Class and their consumption of pre-packaged soft bread, the desire to flee the urban sprawl into the dilapidated countryside and make a little life in a run-down house with tacky wallpaper peeling away … ah, forgive me, my point is that ‘our condition’; i.e. those of us literate in English, is quite analogous to the condition of the central characters in those two stories; a culture dulled intellectually to the point that they can barely speak or think, being appraised and assayed by ourselves; those of us simply literate, as to render our commentary stuck as to seem as mutually alien as like Caesar in Gaul. However, it is in the context of the frame given to us in ‘The Shape Of Things To Come’ that we might gain a degree of sanity about this self-same situation; to study and lean into that dispassionate quality as to discern the nature of things as they are and recognize how important this quality is in relation to Well’s ultimate outcome for the best possible position of Humankind far far future, that is: that of Humankind’s vital intellectual capacity, and that the most striking message of STC, beyond all we have mentioned in this little overview, is that intellectual capacity in and of itself.
For example, when we consider the ‘actuality’ of the power of Turner or perhaps Zuckerberg in his heyday, for instance, we consider a power fallen into a Mans lap by an accidental stacking of disparate technologies created not by himself but of which possess a power utterly dependent in that same equation upon on a population being ‘witless’ in the first place and so led slavishly by the “babble machines”. However you cut it, reader, the great uplifting of Humankind to a standard of autonomy and intellectual prowess – not held by an elite but possessed by All People – is a thing both intrinsically self-sufficient within our grasp for our own selves and is certainly the prerequisite for political matters in that intellectual capacity of the voting public determines entirely whether a public is tricked or foolish and gets themselves into trouble by undertaking some obvious error or whether they are immune to such trickery and foolishness in the first place and that their energies and time are spent on more valuable pursuits. It seems to me that our contemporary society has done away with the notion of good character through intellect and that we live with the outcome of this; being shepherded by emotional manipulation and brute force because our society at large is treated as if we lacked the verbal and intellectual toolsets to understand anything else – moreover possessing no means to discern whether or not what is forced onto us is right or wrong; truth or lies, and so on. Such a society as this, again it seems plain to me, is ‘any’ dystopia because it is the baseline composition for ‘all’ dystopia; as like the foolish dogma of an out-dated ideology for example rests itself upon a large enough contingent of the public being either treated as if they were or in fact are “too foolish” to discuss or think a thing through, so a dogma is poured over them like concrete creating, in turn, intolerable circumstances as the dogma, tomorrow, becomes out-dated and suddenly instructs them to do foolish things, as like in the “Banality Of Evil” (read: Hannah Arendt) as the character in all serious perpetrators of inhumanity who insist, with a confused expression on their faces, that they were just doing their job – and this ‘quality’, of extreme ignorance, is the composition of the culture where such ‘evil actions’ occur.
I mean here that in STC we have on one hand a very in-depth account, very serious reading, to graduate the reader out of the depressive, atomizing, disempowering, conspiratorial milieu and mire of ‘life’ presented to us in 1984 and Brave New World, but that we have at the same time the very resonant harmonics that one does not need to “wait around for a distant future utopia” to “solve all the problems” but that the tools to do so are well within our grasp at any time we so choose and of which such an undertaking constitutes the foundation stones and tapestries of that future utopia which, I think, could be said to “meet us half-way” in many of these matters, as like we reach forward and they reach back and then those in the past reach forward and we in the resent reach back; that is anyway what it is to learn from the past and anyway the answer to “why the Grandfather sews the seeds for trees from whose fruits he will never eat.”
Valete.

ID, IX. MAIORES. V, CAL. IUNI. FORTUNA PRIMIGENIA.

FULL TEXT ON GUTENBERG OF H.G. WELLS ‘THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME’ (1933)
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2024.06.01 13:55 stinkyypinkyyy Looking for an weightloss accountability partner

I am 25f south asian,height 5’4”. SW-92kgs currently looking to lose about 2kgs a month. Would love to lose about 25kgs in the next year.
Want to kick start my fitness journey as i have been lazy lately.I already go to the gym 4-5 times a week. Slacking on the diet and cardio part.
I am currently looking for accountability. I want someone who’s committed to this and can do daily check ins. Would appreciate someone who has similar weight loss goals and similar body statistics as mine.
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2024.06.01 13:55 BanditSurvivalist 430lbs to 328 lbs Thoughts

Hi, so I (M, 28, 6'1") began my most recent attempt at a weight loss journey in around November last year. I had always been a bigger guy but a physical job and youth had always been on my side. I had never really felt as though my weight got in the way of anything..
Then a couple of years ago I ended up having a bit of a career change following the birth of my daughter I had decided to move into a more family friendly job (I was a chef working 50 / 60 hour weeks) so a begun working a remote office job and the weight just crept on. I ignored it for the most part until a few incidents in my life made me decide it was time for some changes.
  1. I discovered that I could no longer buy clothes from anywhere in person. Absolutely nowhere stocked my sizes.
  2. I went on holiday with my family and I couldn't take my daughter on any of the rides at the theme park. I could only fit on one or two things at the entire park and even then it was horrendously uncomfortable.
  3. I could no longer fit in chairs with arms. This was especially crappy when I took my family to the circus and had to ask for a folding chair to sit in the isle.
  4. I was absolutely exhausted at the end of every day. Even a mostly sedentary day. If I had to walk any more than a few thousand feet I was in pain. My knees and ankles especially were beginning to really worry me.
Following all this I began to make some changes which I will share. Please bare in mind the below methods have worked for me but this is not me in any way giving advice. I'm simply sharing what worked for me in my situation.
  1. CICO - tracking calories is a very useful tool. I got a decent calorie / exercise tracking app and I use it religiously.
  2. Fad diets are just awful. They do not instill good habits at all. They are just a cheap quick use tool and are often quite dangerous.
  3. Find an exercise you genuinely enjoy and just do that. I've tried workout plans, couch to 5k, circuit training Etc. I didn't enjoy any of them and ultimately lost interest. Eventually I discovered power walking and freeweights and it just works for me.
  4. Dont focus too much on the number on the scale. I've had weeks where I felt great but only lost a couple pounds and weeks where I felt crap and dropped 8lbs in a week. I tend to focus more on how I actually feel. For this reason I only weigh in every month or so. Just to get an idea of where I'm at.
To anyone begining their own journey or seeking inspiration I would only say if I can do it anybody can. Just keep showing up for yourself.
Thanks to anyone who made it through that. I appreciate you taking the time to listen to my ramblings.
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2024.06.01 13:54 No_thank_y0u1991 Help? lol

I have super bad adhd and with so much information out there I get easily overwhelmed and then end up just eating some thing random instead of meal prepping. I’ve been in a weight loss program for a year and a half and everything else I’m excelling at except being able to find good recipes that are low-carb low-calorie and what an ideal day should look like for meal prepping. Like how many things should I prep? what should I prep? I see some post and y’all make it look so easy but my poor little brain gets so overwhelmed. Just trying to find recipes that will make me less fat. 😂😂😂
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2024.06.01 13:46 God-glitcher I slept with one eye open (literally) and the effects were extremely weird in my dream. Has this happened to anyone else?

Okay so this happened a while ago, but I want to share this because I don't know of anybody else experiencing this. The details are foggy but I'll do my best to recount.
A few years ago that I had a dream where I could see two different things in each eye at once. Now, initially I didn't notice anything off, because at first both my eyes saw the same thing. I thought I was just waking up from my sleep like usual, I could see the blinds of my bedroom dimly lit from the morning sun behind. However while rising out of my bed to start the day I saw something that threw me for a loop.
I sat up, staring at my room, but my perspective only shifted in one eye. Specifically my left. In my left eye I was sitting up, looking around my room, but in my right eye, I was still lying down looking at the blinds. It's an incredibly hard sensation to describe, but I was effectively seeing two different realities in each eye. And I had absolutely no idea which one was real.
At this point I realised that I must still somehow be asleep. I could feel it, like I could still feel that strange sense of un-reality you get when your dreaming, but I had no way of determining which 'side' of my vision was the dream and which one was real. If either even were.
I could feel my legs dangling of the bed, everything in my room looked real in my left eye. But my bedroom blinds looked real in my right, slowly swaying from the wind coming in through my open window. I couldn't determine which side was real, so I decided to try and test it. I decided to call out to my mum in the next room over to see what would happen and how she'd react.
I called her name. "Yeah?" she responded. Her voice accurately muffled through the bedroom wall. Seemed pretty normal. At this point I wasn't sure exactly what to say, because how could I even explain why I was calling her? I decided to ask her to come Into my room so I could see her and determine if she was.. Y'know, real.
She didn't ask why, she stayed silent and entered my room and sat next to me, which was a little off. I expected her to ask why I wanted her, as I usually don't ask for her. I could feel her weight on the bed. At this point I was pretty convinced that what I saw in my right eye was real. The perspective in my left eye hadn't changed at this point. My left eye was still looking at the blinds slowly swaying in the breeze.
I tried to get a better look at my mums face in my right eye to see if anything was off, but it was kind of tricky to angle my face to get a proper look at her. She continued to sit in silence and act unusually quiet, which started making me suspicious as to whether she was real or not.
Suddenly she grabbed me, out of nowhere she grabbed my face quite violently, I could feel her nails in my skin. I caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes were open unnaturally wide and it was honesty fucking horrifying. At this point I realised that the left side wasn't real, and I immediately closed my eyes in an attempt to wake up.
Thankfully, I woke up. Both eyes now looking at the blinds that hadn't changed at all. Turns out the right side was the real side and I had slept with one of my eyes propped open by my pillow. I googled what happened to me to see if anyone else had experience anything else like this, but I came up empty handed.
If anyone else has experienced this, feel free to comment because this is probably the strangest dream experience I have ever had.
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2024.06.01 13:46 lentildaswinton At the end of my tether

I would never normally turn to Reddit but I’ve reached the end of my tether. I’m an ex-nurse so medically, I’m good - I don’t need medical advice, more an outlet to rant and get some support. If you have nothing nice to say, please don’t bother; my mental health is incredibly fragile right now.
I’m 34 next month, and I started my period for the first time at 8 years old (it was apparently triggered by CSA).
From the moment it started until now, it has been HORRIFIC. Waking up in pools of blood, barely able to leave the house without bleeding everywhere - never been able to wear skirts, shorts, or anything white. There’s never been a pattern, some periods would last for 3 months, sometimes it would disappear for a year.
I was diagnosed with PCOS in 2017 and was put on metformin. This did nothing to help.
In 2018, I had weight loss surgery as my bmi was (and still is) out of range for IVF. I have had 11 miscarriages - 4 of them were when my weight exceeded 28 stone, 5 were when my weight was at 18 stone, 2 at 16 stone, and 4 when my weight increased slightly.
I have been tested for natural killer cells, I’ve been tested for thrombocytopenia, I’ve been tested for EVERYTHING - nothing has come up except a dodgy thyroid (which I’m on medication to fix).
Anyway, after my surgery, my periods relaxed a bit and I started having one every three months or so which lasted about 3 weeks. Everything was okay until - and I am NOT anti-vax in the slightest! - I had my astrazeneca jab on 6.2.21 - literalky a day later, i bled until 12.6.23. I bled, heavily, every single day for over two years.
I was referred to gynaecology in March 21 and rhey didnt see me until August 22 when I was blue-lighted to a&e with severe iron-deficiency (iron levels 2) where they did a biopsy and a scan. The scan showed thickened endometrium and the biopsy was normal.
I ended up in hospital with an adrenal crisis and the bleeding still wouldnt stop. They gave me tranexamic acid, mefanamic acid, norethisterone - absolutely NOTHING would stop the bleeding. Eventually they discharged me and sent for an emergency iron infusion.
Fast forward a few months and the same thing happens again. Back to hospital, another iron infusion, still no medication would work. They did another biopsy - nothing.
This happened again every few months for about a year which takes us up to last June when I had another biopsy which came back showing “endometrial hyperplasia” but I received a letter from the specialist who said everything was normal. I tried to clarify with them but they weren’t sure what was going on. So I asked for a second opinion at a different hospital.
The new hospital did a biopsy which came back normal (this was Feb 24). After the biopsy, I stopped bleeding. It finally stopped! Until March came along and then I started bleeding AGAIN - I am STILL bleeding now. I’m off for another iron infusion at 2:30 today because my iron stores have dropped to 2 again and I’m at my wits end.
I’ve had 7 iron infusions in 2 years, no medication helps, no dietary changes help, no vitamin, mineral or nutritional deficiencies are documented. I eat very healthily, I exercise and I do everything I can to support my hormonal health (naturally, no additional supplementation aside from folic acid and folate).
I’m booked in to have the mirena coil fitted (again) at the end of June (apparently no sooner slots) but I’m losing the will to live. I genuinely cannot continue waking up like this day after day. I haven’t been able to work for four years because this is overruling my life.
They won’t do a hysterectomy “in case” I want to have children, they won’t investigate for endometriosis because I have “too much scar tissue” and they won’t check my egg quality because my BMI is just over 35. I’m working to lose weight (even though I lost 12 stone through weight loss surgery) but my body has plateaued and I can’t seem to lose anymore. My endocrinologist is scratching his head, I’m at a loss, and I’m genuinely fearful that if this continues much longer, I might end up taking drastic action.
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2024.06.01 13:45 Current_Papaya_1908 Have You Seen Me?

Have You Seen Me?
My name is Chalice Welch. I am 24 years old and I have 4 very young children at home. I was last seen around 3-4 AM in the area of 8107 Manderville Ln. Dallas TX. If you see me or know my whereabouts please contact 927-273-1010 PLEASE my family needs answers!! I could be in danger! Check all your cameras and report any info you have.
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2024.06.01 13:44 Spooneater69 I think I have a love/hate relationship with my friend

Ok so, I (14F) have known this boy (14M) who I will call “A” since I was in third grade, and we are obviously in the same middle school. We are both incredibly intelligent and good at writing, however people always put him above me. I feel like he isn’t more successful than me academically though. Infact I am more successful than him, i’m in the gifted program and in student council neither of which he is in.
Anyways, I have always resented him because he gets more praise for the same writing and work that I do. I think we’re both funny, I always make him laugh and he makes me laugh. However, I can’t help but to resent him even though I think we both have the same qualities; hes attractive and i’m very sure I am aswell, hes smart and I know I am aswell and we’re both popular and funny; adults are always saying so.
Its just like hes so perfect and I would give anything to recieve the same kind of praise he does. I mean even I adore him but like not in a romantic way, its just like hes always been someone who likes classical literature even though nobody else in our grade is intrigued by it and its just heinous knowing I probably won’t be able to speak to him in highschool because he’s one of my favorite people. I’m not really sure if how I feel about him is romantic, like sometimes I just want to hug him if that makes sense lmao. Oh I included our writing from sixth grade when we did a group project together copy pasted ↓
Mine: As soon as the recollection of the three bodies came cascading upon Bass in a choking flood of stinging details, Bass began to perspire and tremble. Something that was a recurrence in this impeccable novel is the mention of the Comanches- a belligerent indigenous group of people to America. The name was sure to bring fear to even the brawniest of men, Comanche had tolled in them like a portentous gong. There was a sinister and unlikely coincidence between the violent happening around the Native American territory that made the Comanche one of the most hideous of omens. In reality though the Comanches were a brutal community, bring treated with a biblical veneration. However I would like to take a mature and systematic evaluation of why they may do these things. For one, us Americans drove them out if the land they had lived in for centuries, brutally burning down their communities and making them walk grueling trails and rough rocks to arrive at a territory riddled with mediocrity. Overall I believed that the Comanches were a symbol or vim and freedom throughout this novel.
His: There are several prominent names that have established themselves as important threads upon the rich tapestry of Western History; Several Outlaws and desperados are recalled for the formidable forced they possessed upon their communities. Billy the Kid, Wyatt Earp, Doc Holliday- all of these names have been of flourishing recognition, yet there are only mere vestiges of traces upon a true legend; a figure of immaculate morals (a trait that was a rare rose within a grotesque haven of weeds.) This very man that I speak of was born into slavery and- at the age of seventeen- relinquished the clutches of his owner prerequisite to venturing into the sibylline, crime-riddled depths of the Indian Territory where he would elude the treacherous dangers amidst his path to grow older to be a man of law; a valiant marshal in which turned a horrendous domain (the indian territory) into a place of order. This man went by the name of Bass Reeves.
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2024.06.01 13:42 cross_the_rubicon01 My two year old cat is losing weight.

First of all, we have been to the vet twice.
My cat was a normal weight around December, maybe a little chunky even. I don’t know what her actual weight was at that time. I noticed that she started losing weight slowly over the last 5 months. It was not really obvious until last month.
She seems to be eating okay and is very active. Blood work was normal 3 weeks ago and she weighed 8.9lbs. She went back yesterday for vaccines and a weight check. Her weight went down to 8.7lbs. I don’t know if they used the same scale. I was so bummed.
The vet recommended that we change to Hill’s Science Diet Biome and recheck weight in a month. If her weight continues to drop they will do more tests.
I did bring a new cat into the home 4 months ago which coincides with the weight loss. The new cat was vaccinated and tested negative for all the scary cat diseases before having contact with resident cats. She did have round worms and we used Revolution Plus.
All cats seem to get along fine but maybe my cat is stressed? The new cat has gained a lot of weight and is thriving. There is a third resident cat and she is fine. All cats get Revolution Plus regularly.
I’m just wondering if anyone else has experienced this and things turned out okay. I’m so worried and I’m looking for reassurance. Today I can tell she doesn’t feel well from her vaccines so I expect she will not eat as much today, and maybe tomorrow.
I ordered a baby scale so I can monitor her weight more closely. When her weight loss became obvious a month ago, I tried to give her wet food to see if it would help. This made things worse and caused vomiting. Since I stopped trying to give her wet food all vomiting has stopped.
She tested negative for pancreatitis and other basic bloodwork was normal. I’m super worried and having a lot of anxiety about this.
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2024.06.01 13:38 ScaredArtichoke4964 H: VE15r Handmade W: 300 Leaders or Fsa + 100 Leaders

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2024.06.01 13:38 ScaredArtichoke4964 H: AA50c15r Fixer W: 400 Leaders or BOSjs

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2024.06.01 13:37 Strict_Citron_6658 My fitness disorder is taking over my life… please help

Okay so I need some serious help and guidance. This is going to be a bit of a story, so i apologize for the length.
Info: 23 yr old male, gay, 5”5, 130 pounds-ish
(Sidenote: I used to be a fat child so I’ve always had body image issues, and in high school I was anorexic/ bulimic for a few years. The issue I’m going to be discussing is separated from these past occurrences, but I thought my past with eating disorders was worth mentioning as it’s related).
My issues began about 3 years ago. I started getting more into fitness for aesthetic reasons. Before this decision I was already very healthy (exercised about 3 times a week, no alcohol, lots of Whole Foods, good sleep, and have been a vegan for many years beforehand). Once I made this decision to get more into fitness, I developed an eating disorder over time and bad body dysmorphia. I over-exercised and under ate, I was not fueling or recovering properly from lifting sessions, which made me lose a lot of weight that I did not need to lose as I was already skinny beforehand. Eventually after about a year and a half i realized my issue and began eating more, which lead to great results both physically and mentally. However it seems that since recovering from the eating disorder, the over exercising has come back. I’m no longer afraid to eat enough, but i just am doing wayyy too much. I’ll put my full current routine below, but to sum it up I’m working out everyday, at least an hour and a half. I have two hardcore leg days (Mon/Fri) along with a lighter leg day that is combined with one of my 2 arm days (Weds), 2 arm days (Weds/ sun), and 3 abs/ core/ full body yoga days (Tues/ Thurs/ sat). I do lifts at home using dumbbells, kettlebells, and resistance bands, as I don’t like working out with others. My current routine gives me the aesthetic goals I want, which is strong legs/ glutes, a toned waist, and toned arms, but this routine is taking away a lot from my life. I don’t want to progressively overload with weights as I already did this going from a 20 to 30 to 40 pound dumbbell I’m currently using, plus I’m ok with my current muscle size. I just want to modify my current routine to give me similar results but not have it take over my life. I wake up between 4:30 and 5AM every day since i workout in the morning, as this is the only time i can do so. I have to wake up so early because the workouts I listed above take so damn long. My 2 hardcore leg days (Monday and Friday) used to only take 2 hours, and now they’re 3 hours. I get results, but the rest of the day I feel weak, exhausted, and like I’m running on stress hormones. This is the major issue I’m having, as my main goal with weightlifting was to have juicy thighs/ glutes, which I’m getting, but at what cost. My remaining lighter leg day (Wednesday) is also combined with arm lifts and a 45 min walk. For 2 of my 3 abb days (Tuesday/ Thursday) I do an hour and 20 mins of stomach vacuums, an intense 25 min core/ full body yoga video, and then a more relaxed 30 min full body yoga video, which ends up being about 2 1/2 hours counting rest and bathroom break. For the remaining 3rd abb day (Saturday), I do the vacuums, the intense core/ full body yoga, and then a 10 min jog ending in a sprint (about two hours total). My remaining day (Sunday) is just arms and a 45 min walk which I have no issue with.
Current Routine: (5:20-8:20)AM LIFT: LEGS Monday-10 x 4 (40) reverse lunges, 12 x 4 (48) squats, 9 x 4 (36) deadlifts, and 20 x 3 (60) glute bridges. ALL USING SINGLE 40 LB DUMBBELL
(5:30-8:00)AM VACUUMS/ABS/YOGA Tuesday- floor vacuums, 25 min core yoga, 30 mins full body yoga.
(5:40-8:10) AM LIFT: ARMS/ LEGS/ WALK Wednesday- arm lifts, 30 glute kickbacks (each leg) with 20 pound, 15 x 4 exercise- band hip abductions, 10 x 4 (40) glute bridges, 45 min walk. ALL USING SINGLE 40 LB DUMBBELL
(5:30-8:00)AM VACUUMS/ABS/YOGA Thursday-floor vacuums, 25 min core yoga, 25 mins full body yoga.
(5:00-8:00)AM LIFT: LEGS Friday-10 x 4 (40) reverse lunges, 12 x 4 (48) squats, 9 x 4 (36) deadlifts, and 20 x 3 (60) glute bridges. ALL USING SINGLE 40 LB DUMBBELL
(5:00-7:00AM) VACUUMS/ABS/JOG Saturday- floor vacuums, 20 min core yoga, 10 min jog with spring at finish.
(5:30-7:00)AM ARMS/ WALK Sunday- arm lifts, 50 min walk.
⚫️I need help in reducing this routine. It is taking over my life. I have to go to bed by 9:30 every night in order to sleep enough for a morning workout everyday, which has drastically killed my social life. This exercise disorder has killed my libido, and I’m almost certain my cortisol levels are too high because I go through days of water retention/ bloating most likely due to constant physical & mental stress. My Goal is to restructure and lessen the entire routine overall to be more sustainable, but my main focus is to reduce the length of time for leg days.
⚫️I need help Specifically with shortening the mon/ fri leg days so they don’t take 3 hours. Theoretically I understand it shouldn’t take 3 hours, but because of the large number of sets & reps, I need to take more rest periods in order to finish the full leg workout. I like the leg exercises (reverse lunges, squats, deadlifts, and glute bridges), but just not the excessive reps. Ive accepted that reducing these leg days may result in some muscle loss. I just need to find a way to still do these 4 leg exercises with similar results I have now, but not taking as long. I’ve heard that excessive reps actually hinders muscle development. Are my rep numbers considered excessive? and would reducing my rep numbers cause muscle loss, even if they’re excessive?
⚫️Is two leg days (instead of 3), enough to maintain my current muscles? I want to cut out the additional 3rd day of leg lifts on my Wednesday arm day, but I’m worried that cutting out these lifts will make glutes smaller.
⚫️ Is 2 abb/ yoga days enough for tone? Would cutting off the 3rd day negate or improve my goal of have a defined but slim torso? I’m worried this 3rd abb day I’m currently doing could eventually overdevelop my core, which I don’t need as my torso is already square shaped. However I’m also worried that only doing 2 abb days a week will make me wide torso less defined. This 3rd abb day is on Saturday, the day after one of my intense leg days, so I always feel depleted and exhausted for this workout.
⚫️LASTLY…. I need outside perspective. I’ve already spoken to my cousin about this as she’s a personal trainer, and she Told me I was really overdoing it. Ive already reduced my Reps for leg days to my current routine, but it still feels like too much. I know I’m overdoing it, I’ve known for a while but I just feel stuck and that I’ll lose my results if I modify my routine to be more sustainable. I love fitness but this is taking a toll on my life. I know that I need to lessen this routine, I just have no idea where to start, and no idea how to restructure it in a way that still gives me similar results to what I have now. Please any help is helpful, I’m desperate.
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