I am fat. I need to start this first post out with the hard truth. I could say that I am a 29 year old 6 foot 1 inch average male, but the truth of the matter is that I’m not average. I am an obese male. Since as long as I can remember I have struggled with my weight, and for this I don’t particularly blame anyone, not even myself as a matter of fact. Gaining or losing weight in my life is no longer some sort of internal struggle about if it’s me or my genes, or some other factor. I have just had to accept that it is a fact of my life that I will have to likely work on my entire life. I will give a little background about myself, which will hopefully shed a bit of light as to what I am doing here in the first place.
When I was about 17 years old I reached the point where my entire life seemed to revolve around the difficulties of a fat person. I was tipping the scales somewhere around 350 (my scale wouldn’t go higher than 320). I had to worry about fitting in chairs at school, sitting in the back seat of a car with someone, and being “that guy” on the airplane seat next to you. I can’t pinpoint the exact day or reason, but I flipped a switch and started to lose weight.
You’ll learn that this site is not a place where I am going to go in depth about the hows of my weight loss or gains, I will not discuss diet or exercise with any depth, as this is not the point of what I’m trying to accomplish. This is not meant to be an inspirational story or site for anyone, but more a chronicle for my own purposes. But I digress.
Back to my high school days. Over the course of about a year I had managed to trim down to a respectable 215 pounds and life was throwing quite a few new things at me. I unexpectedly got a date to my senior prom, had a brief summer non serious relationship, and had 3 girls in my first week of college ask me to walk them back from class. This was a completely foreign world to me, and looking back it was almost too much to handle too quickly. Life didn’t necessarily get better or worse per say, there were tradeoffs, men saw me as competition for women (before I was just the jolly funny fat guy who was mostly around for comedic relief), and social interactions become somehow more complicated. The attention from females was positive, but I also had not developed the social skills most people develop in high school to attempt to form relationships. Most ended up with some sort of friends zone situation that “nice guys” are all too familiar with.
My college years were mostly a constant up and down weight wise, shifting all the way as high as 275 pounds, and as low as 204. I will attempt to occasionally fill in some of these gaps in later posts with specifics, but needless to say there were quite the gambit of social interactions that went on during my 4.5 years in college. After college I was at a solid 250 pounds, which was sort of an odd place to be, halfway-ish between my heavier days and my lighter days. It was at this point where I encountered my first serious relationship. I started dating a woman whom I felt I could be myself around, I didn’t have to play many of the games you had to in college. This relationship was a learning experience for me, but eventually ended for reasons I’ll come back to at a later time.
Just like a cliche movie, I took the breakup hard and started putting on weight again, this time all the way back up to 335 pounds. At some point I had a similar point where enough was enough, and I set out to lose weight again. This time over the span of 6-12 months I dropped down again to 212 pounds. It was an exciting place for me to be, it was the first time since mid college that I could actually claim I was in good shape (And looked it too). But life eventually kicked back in again, and over the next 2 years I slowly climbed to where I am today.
Current Weight: 300 Pounds