Do it consistently, it doesn't need to take too long in the beginning. So exercise, even if you can't leave your home.
I only started that last month, but I've noticed I sleep a lot better and that I feel like my body was craving some type of exercise. Oh, and one important thing was definitely hitting the gym. And if in the end I can't really change them, I'll adapt to make things easier for myself, or more comfortable. There are things I'm not sure I can change, but I'm going to fucking try. If the problem has nothing or little to do with me, I say fuck it and move on, focusing on myself. My self esteem, obsessive thinking, the way I saw myself as the victim every single time, and more. Yup, I still need to work on many things. I guess that just keeping a positive attitude has helped me a lot. Or maybe "I feel sad right now", focusing on the fact this feeling is temporary. Instead of just saying I am or was this or that, I say "I am fat, BUT I'm doing something about it and in a few months I won't be fat anymore". This one sounds super silly, but I've realized it does help me is stop saying that I am sad and that is it. But you will enjoy your life better, and deal with situations better too, especially when things don't magically work out and you're left frustrated or down. It doesn't mean things will magically work out. But I can guarantee that once you allow yourself to give positive thinking a chance, it does work. That trying to trick my brain wouldn't work on me and that I knew I'd be miserable forever. In the past I'd say that was a really stupid and overly simple action. Also, I started setting reminders of my phone saying things like "you do matter, Anon", "things will be okay" and "good vibes". You see, it really doesn't! So let's let it go, shall we?" Etc etc etc etc etc I understand it can sound very silly, but that helped me so much. I have the tendency of overthinking everything and anything, so I started to talk to myself whenever I thought I was thinking way too much about unimportant things that would only make me suffer: "Yo anon, why are you overthinking this topic? Chill! It will be okay" "Anon, that doesn't even matter anymore, does it? Let's think logically for a moment. But I couldn't continue to live the way I was living… So awfully negative. Anyway, losing weight and feeling better health wise gave me confidence enough to dare to think I was worthy of trying to live. I am still overweight according to my BMI, so I want to keep losing weight from now on so I can get to a healthy number by the end of this year or early to mid 2018. It's been eight months and I've lost 18kg. So I started to try to actively lose weight to improve myself and feel better with my own body. Changing my diet really gave me an energy boost, and – not very surprisingly, but sort of unexpected anyway – I lost a bit of weight. It's not like I was going anywhere or like anyone would invite me to eat at their home anyway, so while everyone was feasting, I was planning on becoming healthier. I decided to change everything in December, before the holidays. I'd eat anything I'd see in front of me without a second thought. My first motivation wasn't really losing weight, but taking better care of myself because of how horrible I felt, and I know it had a lot to do with the way I was eating.
I started with eating healthier (because I was huge and felt very tired). I felt unworthy of that, but I decided to do that just for the sake of not dying knowing I hadn't tried everything I possibly could. So I decided I'd work on myself again, for the very last time. In the end I guess I needed some sort of savior. I was getting numb again, and didn't have motivation to fix my life. You know, "woe-is-me, I'm so tired of trying to kill myself and failing/giving up that I'm gonna accept my fate and be unhappy for the rest of my fucking existence". If I had to sum up 2016 for me I would say it was the same old stage of the repetitive depressed cycle I already knee so well. Super fat, tired, insomniac… And I felt incredibly sad and alone. But they made me feel horrible in the long run… Physically, I felt like crap. I do understand they helped me a lot during that period of my life, and maybe I wouldn't be here without their help. I've dealt with depression since I was 13 (it's been 11 years) and back in 2016 I was on some really heavy psych meds. Last year was really sad and tough for me. The thing is I'm so happy to see how far I've come. I hope it can help one or two anons there, or at least inspire or help you a tiny bit. I hope I don't write a super lengthy and cheesy post, but I'll let my heart speak here.