Hello, my name is Dave, and I have a weight problem.
My sophomore year of high school I weighed under 180 pounds. I wasn’t as skinny as I could be (BMI says I should be about 150 pounds), but I didn’t look too bad (see as pictured to the left). Of course, I didn’t think that at the time, but that’s a completely different story.
Fast forward 10 years and a completely different picture emerges (see right). Years of “I’ll get to that dieting when I’m ready” and “I should probably start losing weight” caught up with me. There’s a price you pay when you stop caring about how you look or present yourself to the world, and unsurprisingly, the price is paid in your appearance.
By the end of 2010 I was almost 330 pounds. I could no longer pretend that BMI’s absurd ratings of “obese” no longer applied to me. I was fat and feeling it. I was looking at the prospect of buying a new wardrobe since my 3XL shirts were starting to stretch to the max. Depression was setting in, and though an idea to finally motivate me to lose weight was building momentum in my head, I had a hard time wrapping my mind around the possibility of success.
I conceived of this blog back in October 2010. Some time before that one of my friends made a fairly candid remark expressing his concern about my health. It was both terrifying and comforting to learn that my friends were concerned enough about me to say something. I didn’t start blogging in October because I was afraid of failing. I kept thinking “I’ll start when I’m ready to succeed.” By December I figured out that it was now or never. I was at a crossroads in my life: one path lead to health and confidence, and the other lead to indulgence and apathy. I chose health.
A couple years have past since then, and I’ve let things slip. Let’s see if we can right this ship again!