So it started here. Well, not actually. This was a year ago after actually going to the gym for a few. but I was well over 450 pounds. I was always out of breath. The sweatshirt there is a 5XL and was still snug. I would workout for five minutes and that was enough, but I did try. I would eat like crap, and always was sweating.
Being morbidly obese is not fun at all. Everyone has health issues that are not fun, so this is not to compare. But not being able to move, or feeling depressed constantly is not a way to live. I could not buckle my seatbelt in my car. Going to the bathroom was a chore. I never wore socks because I would not put them on. I truly was not far off from being the guy on a scooter in Walmart. Yet, I would eat and eat and eat…
The last five years of my life have been brutal. From being in a horrible business situation to family issues to the pandemic to being obese and lost. It is not an easy place to be. No one should be in a place where you do not believe there is a light at the end of the tunnel. That is truly my favorite quote because it is the most relevant. Even with so much that happened to many of us, the belief of the light should always be there. Once it is not, everything is gone.
last year I made the decision to lose weight. I have lost weight 4,927,987 times in my life. I lost 50 pounds on my own when I was 14. To put that in perspective, my son is now 14. He has no weight issues. I am thankful for that.
It was slow at first, but I did not weigh myself constantly. This is actually weird for me. I was a slave to the scale. But I truly did not care (still do not) what I weighed. I wanted my life back. It was time. After five grueling years of feeling like less of a human with family and business and depression, I wanted to feel whole. Able to walk with my daughter around the neighborhood or workout with my son. hell, I just wanted to walk through Publix without having to stop because my back hurt.
And then things worked out. More and more things came back to me. My seatbelt fit. Using the bathroom was normal. Walking was a breeze. And instead of worrying about the past, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Finally, I can worry about the future.
Someone who believes in what I do helped me a lot this year. More than I can ever express in words. One day I will share, but today is not that day. I am thankful. Hopeful. I am going to be honest. As much as I get anxious or have a spell of depression now, I am happy. truly happy.
Here I am today. That is the most I have smiled in years. like truly smiled. It will only get better. I see the light. I am happy. I think I am down 166 pounds. But could be more. I have not weighed myself in a few days. No rush,
Scale does not define me. Especially when it was only a year ago it said ERR on a normal one.
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What an amazing accomplishment! Congratulations, and keep up the great work!
I love you so much. You give me hope, and reassurance. Thank you for sharing your journey here - with both mental and physical health, challenges I share.
Respect and a humble bow. I will try to carry your words about deserving at least some light in my life with me.