32M, 6'4", ~300lb
I'd been a fatty my entire life up until a couple years back. Motivated by loneliness, I made a serious effort with diet and exercise that lasted a little over a year.
I went from just over 300 to a minimum of 215. Even at my lightest I was still covered in the nauseating vestiges of my former size. Unhealthy skin and sagging, useless flesh.
In March, my dad died, and I didn't handle it well. My life hit a telephone pole, and after I went through the windshield, I slipped back into my old, apathetic, hedonistic ways.
I haven't been brave enough to stand on a scale in months, but judging by my not-quite-human appearance, I'm certain I'm back above 300.
My left femur/pelvic joint (hip?) has developed aching, throbbing, occasionally screaming pain while doing anything that isn't lying flat. It's been that way since May. This makes my favored form of exercise, long walks, no longer an option. I'm uninsured and uncertain what to do about my leg; it isn't getting better.
Even skinny me wasn't able to cure his loneliness. I know my other problems eclipse my weight, I just wanted to vent about my lack of hope. I don't even have the motivation necessary to end my life.
Sorry.
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