My wife had been not too far off her all time heaviest before the Covid shut down, at least judging by the fit of her clothes and how she felt in my arms. She was working retail, so of course was laid off as the store closed. I'm pretty sure she drifted up to a new personal high, because even in her biggest clothes she was bulging out of them and the clothes were stretched tight on her.
Then she unexpectedly got called back to work a few weeks ago (the store is owned by a couple and she'd thought they were going to try to get it open and running again with just them and their longest serving employee, to minimize costs, but things happened).
After two months off, plus the added weight, her legs have been killing her by the end of each day. Now a former boss has reached out to her about a potential job. It would be less hours to start, and a long bus-ride each way, but it wouldn't be retail ... and she'd be sitting most of the time. She is seriously considering the new job, to my surprise. When I probed a bit she admitted it is because she just doesn't want to be on her feet so much.
That is sort of a turning point for her, any time previously that she had problems she'd blame herself for being too fat or out of shape, would work at losing weight, etc. This time it is simply "I can't handle being on my feet that much anymore" with no suggestion that she's planning anything to make being on her feet easier. Combined with how willing she has become to tell me I have to walk slowly with her, I think she is finally coming to accept that she is fat and that just isn't going to change. A bit excited and a bit trepidatious to see what comes of this.
6 years