Be unhappy with an unhealthy body with a huge gut, saggy arse and man boobs or be unhappy with an attractive healthy body.

If I'm going to be unhappy either way, I still know which I'd choose.

I don't want to assume, but it seems to me that you haven't really changed your relationship to food on an emotional level. I lost a lot of weight and don't feel like you at all, because I changed my relationship to food to one of fuel instead of comfort or fun. It's not easy, but it's important. And it's not like I hate food or anything, I still like food obviously, but when I'm filling up my plate for dinner I put enough on it to feed my actual physical hunger, not some emotional hunger for dopamine. The fact that it's delicious is an added bonus, not the main event.

It sounds like you expect some one thing to make you "happy". That isn't a thing. Also, it sounds like your story is similar to mine except your perspective is different. Remember, it's not normal as far as human history goes to have extremely calorie dense food everywhere all the time in large portions. It's also not normal to be able to easily get through a day without doing anything physical, even taking under 1000 steps the whole day. So while you see it as some miserable extra steps and responsibilities you have to take that make you unhappy, I see it as a responsibility I have to take upon myself because society as a whole is driven by excess. I don't have to get "extra" exercise or watch what I eat because life is unfair. I have to do it because humans, particularly Americans, have no sense of limitations anymore. We're batshit insane. We've forgotten that even having access to 2000 calories a day is a luxury, not a prison.

No one thing will make you happy, but I know for sure I was more depressed every day feeling like that, also knowing that literally no one I ever found attractive would feel the same about me. Once I lost all the weight, getting dates was much easier and I even got myself into long term relationships for the first time. I actually feel like I was cheated in life because no one ever told me I was fat. I 100% was. I was treated as "normal" and at the same time I think people pitied and avoided me subconsciously

Savouring bites shouldn't be something you feel like you "have" to do but should be something you enjoy to do. Mindful eating. Small bites, chew thoroughly, enjoy all of the flavors. If you eat slower and chew your food properly it has many benefits: improved digestion, improved nutrient intake, better enjoyment of all of the diverse flavors, you notice that you are actually full when you get full and not after you have eaten far more than your body needs.

This is not a chore, it makes eating far more enjoyable. And if you eat when you're actually hungry instead of just when you habitually eat, the food tastes even better. You make these things sound bad, but they are one of my favorite parts of life. I love eating more than I used to and I eat far less than I used to.

Even if you wear warmer clothes, you're cold?

I have this issue occasionally but it's not bad on my end. I'm usually the one comfortable while heavier people around me complain they are "hot" all the time. They'll be hot in 70 degree F weather, whereas to me that's paradise

Can confirm, it sucks ass being hot all the time. It's still triple digits temps outside in fucking fall, and my ass is a space heater. It's hot everywhere, all the time. Only when it's like the low 70s that I'm comfortable. If I do any movement though, I'm sweaty again. It has to hit 40s for me to not be immediately hot with activity, and by that time it's too damn cold.