I often feel like I don’t move fast enough. Despite being reassured that I’m doing great I still feel like I’m worthless. I never feel like I’m doing enough ever.
Sometime ago my dad died and for whatever reason the only convo that hold in my head with him is how he was glorifying the neighbors kid on how fit he was, I was a chunky kid and it bugged me. After he passed I got sick and lost a lot of weight. I took it upon myself to learn about nutrition and go to the gym and better myself. But all I can think about is how my dad didn’t get to see that and it hurts. I struggle heavy with body dismorphia. Maybe not as much as other people but it still makes me see myself as fat when I cut to lose weight. If anybody has any advice I’d love to hear.

Basically I feel like a basket case and this barely scratches the surface. Possibly doesn’t even make sense. I ramble a lot cuz a lot comes out at once.

Even if nobody sees this I at least posted my feelings.

Love to all