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By November, I had lost 20 pounds. By December, 40. But the weight loss wasn't the win.

The guy next to me was grunting like a Saiyan. The girl behind me was crying into her elbow during lat pulldowns. We are all just processing trauma with heavy objects. I stopped visiting Doujindesu for the dopamine. I started visiting it for the motivation . -Doujindesu.TV--Turning-My-Life-Around-with-Cry...

P.S. – If you see a guy at the gym reading One Piece between sets while wiping his eyes, come say hi. That’s probably me. Just don’t ask me to skip leg day. We’re not savages. Has a hobby ever helped you escape—or helped you return? Share your story in the comments below. By November, I had lost 20 pounds

I was on .

When the protagonist screams in the face of the final boss, he’s sweating. He’s bleeding. He’s crying. The guy next to me was grunting like a Saiyan

I weighed 280 pounds. My girlfriend had left me in the spring. I had ghosted my family for three months. My life was a static panel—gray, repetitive, and devoid of motion. Doujindesu was my anesthetic. It was a random, obscure doujinshi. No action scenes, no fan service. Just a two-page spread of a character looking in a mirror.