I've lost the fight.

I've lost the ability to continue trying.

The Pandemic affected my mental and physical health so much that I gained back every pound that I struggled so hard to lose for the past six years.

I was doing good.

My mental health was improving (slightly). I was only ten pounds away from my goal weight.

And now.... I regained sixty pounds. My mental health is deteriorating. I hate my life. I hate myself. I hate my body. I give up. I've tried for so long. I struggled for so long. But I can't do it anymore.

I'm exhausted.

I don't have the energy to try and do it all over again. I'm too old. I'm too lonely. I'm too fat.