So I didn’t lose all the weight. But I lost a lot of things that were heavier.

Fifty-six pounds became 56 truths I’ve learned along the way.

There was a time I thought I could outwork anything.

Deadlines. Emotions. My own wiring.

I set a goal: 56 pounds by 56 years old.

But somewhere along the way, I realized this wasn’t just about weight.

I’ve done this before. Over and over. Lose big, gain big. Burn bright, then burn out.

Not from lack of willpower, but because I was undiagnosed, misunderstood, and praised for the mask.

I was praised for doing the work of five people. But no one ever asked why I did it.

Turns out, I’m not lazy, or flaky or inconsistent.

I’m neurodivergent. ADHD. RSD. CPTSD. Possibly undiagnosed autism. Definitely high-functioning masking.

I used to think the c

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