I lost 65 lbs. My family and friends hate me for it.

I had three healthy pregnancies during my late twenties/early thirties. I was completely sober, I ate nutritious food, exercised, tried to eliminate stress, and delivered three beautiful babies. Despite trying to be as careful as I've ever been in my life about what I put in my body, I gained a lot of weight during those years of pregnancy/breast feeding/staying home to raise babies. I then fell into the "wine mom" trap. I ended up drinking to cope with anxiety and depression, which never really worked, and piled the pounds on even more. When my youngest started school, I was determined to focus on losing the weight and cutting back on alcohol. I started off by going to my doctor and having blood work done. She discovered I was pre-diabetic, she prescribed Metformin, and really helped me as far as being supportive and understanding. I did OMAD (a huge salad around noon) but continued preparing meals my husband and kids enjoy. I started moving more. The more weight I lost, the more I felt like exercising and eating right. Over the course of two years, I lost between sixty five and seventy pounds, and I've maintained that weight loss. I look better and I feel better, both physically and mentally. My husband can't keep his hands off me, and I love it! I can be more active with my kids. I can wear real clothes instead of stretch pants and baggy tops. I don't have to drink in excess to feel capable of getting through my evening routine.

Problem is, my two closest girl friends have all but completely ghosted me, and last week I found out my sister-in-laws have started a rumor that I accomplished this by using methamphetamine. It is the most hurtful, disgusting thing to me. I prioritized my children for many years before taking the time and effort it required to drop an enormous amount of weight, and the other women in my life, who I loved, who should have understood how badly I needed to do this for myself and my kids, have turned on me. Out of what...jealousy? Or did they just never care about me in the first darn place? These are the women who threw my baby showers, attended by children's christenings and birthday parties, that I eat Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner with every year! Its making me question so many things about the relationships that I thought made up my life. I'm so sad that they hate me for something they should have been proud of me for. I don't know if I should call them out on their behavior, or just try to forget about them.