Growing up I loved roller coasters, I'd get on any of the craziest ones I could and had a blast. When I could no longer fit in them at Six Flags I swore I'd make a change. When I got into an accident at 22 and the doctor's office scale put me at 330 I swore I'd make a change. And six months ago when I finally bought a high-capacity digital scale on Amazon and it showed me 430 I swore I'd make a change.
I've turned 30(M) earlier this month, and the number on that scale is a staggering 450. If I made a change it wasn't the one I wanted. I'm 6'5" (about 2m tall) and my body hides it very well, most people guess me 100+ pounds lighter. A blessing perhaps, but also a curse that has prevented me from being faced with the enormity of my, well, enormity.
I can also still run, jump, sprint, squat, I spent several years back and forth between hitting the gym with a trainer and giving up through my twenties so I've kept a decent amount of my overall fitness, I move well for my size, but time is catching up with me. I've started having leg, knee, and foot problems, and my last blood pressure reading was nearing "needs medication" levels.
I need to take control and I need to stick with it, or else I'm dying early and not fitting in a normal sized coffin. I've got tupperware containers to take meals to work instead of buying fast food on the way, I'm cutting sweets, sodas, and chips, I have to do this now. I need to lose 200 pounds, I've got the support of my family, my girlfriend, and my friends, but at the end of the day I know I could always use a bit more support.
EDIT - oh hey I still have my old flair, I must've come on here two years ago when I had my lipoma. Sad to see those stats...
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