This is just going to be me, writing out my history and my future plans so it’s set in stone. If you don’t care, you can stop reading. Also, typing this at 4:50 am with 0 hours of sleep on an iPhone so excuse the format/typos/grammar.
I was fat my entire life. I was born a 10 lb baby, and lets just say the weight only ever added up. When I turned 15, I started dating a girl, and she truly made me want to become the best version of myself. I was at 220 pounds, probably 5’8. The ideal “best version” of myself at the time was being skinny, and so I started on that. I started doing this program on youtube, “Mil Hoy 90 Day Fitness Journey.” It was basically a 90 high intensity interval training workout. After the first week, and seeing the difference I had gotten obsessed with the results. All i’d eat was whole wheat pasta, with somewhat seasoned chicken. I had a basic meal, so that I couldn’t really break off from the normal. I made everything in a timely basis.
Fast forward 3 months, i went from 220lb , to 140lbs. After the MilHoy workout, u decided to try p90x. As i progressed further into my journey, I became skinny, of course being 5’8” and being 140lbs. However I never felt skinny, until one day I needed to buy a suit, and the lady at Express said I would need an Extra Small shirt instead of a medium/large. I felt so excited! For the first time, I was fitting into extra small clothing! (I’m not really a shopper, I stick to the same clothes.) And I felt a little great about myself, and decided to try on a tank top for the first time ever. I snapped a picture and sent it to my gf at the time. And she made me truly realize how skinny I had gotten.
I expected her to be happy for me, but instead she was genuinely worried. She said my arms and shoulders looked so skinny. I didn’t get offended at all, but it made me realize what happened. I went too far. So instead of continuing with HIIT (atm i was doing p90x videos), I started researching gym workouts, and bulking.
Somewhere in the future, my gf and I broke up. She ended up basically scarring me from emotional trauma from cheating on me with my ex best friend of 6 years. It seemed like I had lost all this weight, for nothing. Now, with no gf, and no bestfriend, I had nothing to do. So I got involved in the gym.
My obsession was instant, and unhealthily. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was only inlove with the gym as it gave me time to not think of my gf/best friend. Two years went by, and I stayed single, and basically on my own. i was obsessed with powerlifting, and was at the best physique in my life. I had muscles, i had a chest, my thighs were really built. I loved seeing the striations in them whenever I flexed. At this point I was 17. Eventually I met another girl.
She’s great, really. She made me happy. And, as I became happy, my love for the gym started fading. I didn’t want to admit it at first, but I had no desire anymore for the gym. I blamed it on getting a job, or being busy with schoolwork, but deep down I knew why. For the next three years, i kept going to the gym on and off. Until i just stopped going at all.
And now, I’m 20. 5’11. I’m still dating my girlfriend from when I was 17, but I’m back at 220 lbs. I feel like shit. I don’t know how I got myself to this point again. I knew I had gained weight, but I never realized I was back at 220lbs!
My plan now is to start another HIIT workout series, maybe for 90 days. Once I start getting my cardiovascular system up from that, I’ll join the gym again. I’m just astounded at how i started at 220 pounds, lost weight, gained muscle, lost muscle, gained fat and am now back at 220 pounds! All within 5 years!
Time to take life back into my own hands.
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