It’s not just a weight loss story, it is a story of survival, self -respect and life restoration from the edge. In 25 years, Aditya Subramanian reached 189.6 kilograms, fighting health problems, emotional isolation and pandemic consequences. But instead of refusing, it was decided not to fit into a certain size, but to find the future again. The following is an honest, deeply human story about the transformation that was very necessary.
“I wasn’t just heavy, I felt invisible, broken and tired pretending to be ok”
At 189.6 kilograms, everything felt as a struggle. My bed literally abandoned me. Twice. I needed cars to breathe at night. Blood pressure? From the charts. Fat liver? Check. The presidential office? Almost there. Just 25 years old my body shouted for help, but my mind was too exhausted to listen.Covid did not just change the world, it changed my relationship with food, my body, my emotions. I ate because I was concerned. I ate because it was lonely. And no matter how much I ate, I never felt complete. Hunger was no longer physical, he became emotional. I even tried Ozempic for a while. It didn’t help, and frankly, as a student abroad, I couldn’t afford it.What is most sore? Silence in the eyes of my parents when they saw me after graduation. They didn’t say a word, but it broke me. This kind remained with me longer than any diet. It was a moment when I knew I had to do something. Not for them. Not for the world. But for me.
“Surgery was a tool rather than a label”
I returned to India and made the decision what many are still ashamed to talk openly, I went for a baroric operation. It was not a magical correction. It was not about rapid weight loss. It was about survival. It was about the desire to live without cars, without pain, without shame.But the operation was just the beginning. The diet plan that I was provided after surgery did not work for me. It was too simple, too harsh, and did not think I lived, especially since someone was moving between India and Australia. Most products were unavailable where I lived. It was like a one -sized plan for a living that was just standard.So, I started building my own basis. I asked questions, many of them. I talked to doctors across the country, turned to real people who survived it, and found out that my body needed, not what said in the textbook. I experimented with food, terms and nutrients until I found balance. I built my own rhythm.
“I didn’t punish my body, I collaborated with it”
There’s this myth that weight loss should be brutal. That it should be filled with shame, restriction and endless turmoil. I didn’t want to lose weight from hatred. I wanted to heal without help.I threw away the tough rules. No starvation. No extreme workouts. I focused on nutrition. I made the movement gentle and joyful, walking, stretch marks, everything I felt in bad days. And if I couldn’t appear 100%, I appeared by 20%. But I appeared.
(Representation: Istock)
And slowly replied my body. No longer CPAP. No more medicines. My liver began to heal. My blood sugar stabilized. It looked like I was under the water for years and suddenly I could breathe again.
“Progress did not come fast, it became real”
People love dramatic stories before and after. But mine was not a three -month makeup. It was three years old even when no one else looked. From 189 to 103 kilograms 86 kilograms. But what I got was much more.Yes, I look different. But more importantly, I feel different. I now trust myself. I’m not afraid of food. I’m not afraid of recurrence. Because I don’t sprining up to this place. I went here. One stubborn, reliable, intentional step at a time.
“It’s not just my story, it’s a mirror for many who feel invisible”
Returning to Australia now, life is not perfect. There are still bills for payment. Emotions to manage. The skin I plan to remove. But there is one thing I keep close, I did it my own way. Out of honesty. With the heart. Without shortcuts.And I want to say this, especially for people from India or diaspora: weight fighting is not just food or fitness. It is about loneliness, silence, systems that do not always listen to our needs. We don’t talk about it enough. We are ashamed rather than supporting them.So I am. Sharing not the impression, but to connect. If this story makes even one person feel seeing, feel less alone, feel that healing is possible, every day, every difficult choice, every quiet victory is worth it.If you have a weight loss story to share, send it to us at toi.health1@gmail.comThese views are not general. The results of weight loss vary for people, and the opinions shared in this article do not guarantee specific results. The content is by no means intended as a replacement for professional advice.
