Frogged
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Greetings 
I've been following this forum for a few months now, and decided to roll an account and make a post.
I've been frequenting a couple different websites since I started getting serious about my health in 2009, and I've found this forum to be one of the most motivational I've come across.
My story is, well, pretty dark unfortunately I don't want to be too much of a downer, so I'll try to keep it brief. It's a tad hard to type this, but I've read other stories where people put themselves out there, and I've found those stories to be the most inspiring.
It starts out typical enough: I was always pretty chubby as a kid. I wasn't anything extreme, but it was enough to get teased every now and then. It was like that all the way to high school.
Never met my father. He just wasn't around, so it was just me and my mother. My mother was diagnosed with hodgkin's disease when I was just a baby, so growing up, we did our best to take care of each other with the help of family and friends. My mother eventually met a nice fella and got married when I was about 10.
Unfortunately, that happy time didn't last very long as she passed away only a couple years later when I was 14. That day, something happened inside of me. It's like a part of me died as well.
I stopped caring about my health. I stopped caring about life. The only feelings I felt were anger, sadness, and hunger - food numbed them all.
After high school was over, I became a bit of a recluse. I didn't attend any family functions. I didn't keep in touch with friends. The only thing I did was sit at my computer and eat junk when I wasn't working at my horrible job(s). I never kept track of my weight because, well, I just didn't care. Family members would convince me to see a doctor and/or try a diet now and then, but I never kept up with it.
The last few years have been like a bad nightmare. I can only describe it as being in a coma where you're still able to physically interact with the people and things around you, but aside from that, you're just empty. Any signs of happiness I displayed was just an act.
Then in August of 2009, I found my turning point.
I was going through some old vhs tapes I had come across and found a couple home videos I had completely forgot about. I saw my mother again during those happy years after she had just gotten married. I started to remember those old feelings of what it was like to be amongst family and how happy everyone was. I then digitized and edited all the videos I found to create a DVD that I gave to everyone in my family for Christmas that year. To say it was an emotional couple of months for me is an understatement.
The whole experience ignited something in me. I knew this wasn't the life my mother wanted for me and I made a promise to her memory that I wouldn't let obesity kill me. I would fight this disease much liked my mother fought cancer for over a decade. She never gave up and always had a positive outlook on everything, even when going through chemo and feeling terrible.
So, that's what I did. I'm down 162 pounds in 81 weeks from that night in August. The goal is to reach 177 and be at a full 200 pound loss.
And I know my hair is pretty wild in my current after shots. I will get it trimmed, but only after I'm under 200 It's sort of a mini goal/incentive of mine.
I don't wanna keep looking too shaggy, so I gotta keep it in gear
UPDATE: I've moved and modified the info on how I've managed this weight loss so far. Link is here:
Hopefully it helps/motivates/encourages someone I'll be updating it every week with new numbers, and I'll probably be putting up pic montages at some point.. maybe.
I'll give fair warning if I do put the majority of my progress pictures online. I take my monthly pictures in the morning, and some of my shots are pretty horrifying as I am certainly not a morning person! I swear I could pass for a 60 year old lunch lady in a few of them.. lol
I've been following this forum for a few months now, and decided to roll an account and make a post.
I've been frequenting a couple different websites since I started getting serious about my health in 2009, and I've found this forum to be one of the most motivational I've come across.
My story is, well, pretty dark unfortunately
I don't want to be too much of a downer, so I'll try to keep it brief. It's a tad hard to type this, but I've read other stories where people put themselves out there, and I've found those stories to be the most inspiring.It starts out typical enough: I was always pretty chubby as a kid. I wasn't anything extreme, but it was enough to get teased every now and then. It was like that all the way to high school.
Never met my father. He just wasn't around, so it was just me and my mother. My mother was diagnosed with hodgkin's disease when I was just a baby, so growing up, we did our best to take care of each other with the help of family and friends. My mother eventually met a nice fella and got married when I was about 10.
Unfortunately, that happy time didn't last very long as she passed away only a couple years later when I was 14. That day, something happened inside of me. It's like a part of me died as well.
I stopped caring about my health. I stopped caring about life. The only feelings I felt were anger, sadness, and hunger - food numbed them all.
After high school was over, I became a bit of a recluse. I didn't attend any family functions. I didn't keep in touch with friends. The only thing I did was sit at my computer and eat junk when I wasn't working at my horrible job(s). I never kept track of my weight because, well, I just didn't care. Family members would convince me to see a doctor and/or try a diet now and then, but I never kept up with it.
The last few years have been like a bad nightmare. I can only describe it as being in a coma where you're still able to physically interact with the people and things around you, but aside from that, you're just empty. Any signs of happiness I displayed was just an act.
Then in August of 2009, I found my turning point.
I was going through some old vhs tapes I had come across and found a couple home videos I had completely forgot about. I saw my mother again during those happy years after she had just gotten married. I started to remember those old feelings of what it was like to be amongst family and how happy everyone was. I then digitized and edited all the videos I found to create a DVD that I gave to everyone in my family for Christmas that year. To say it was an emotional couple of months for me is an understatement.
The whole experience ignited something in me. I knew this wasn't the life my mother wanted for me and I made a promise to her memory that I wouldn't let obesity kill me. I would fight this disease much liked my mother fought cancer for over a decade. She never gave up and always had a positive outlook on everything, even when going through chemo and feeling terrible.
So, that's what I did. I'm down 162 pounds in 81 weeks from that night in August. The goal is to reach 177 and be at a full 200 pound loss.
And I know my hair is pretty wild in my current after shots. I will get it trimmed, but only after I'm under 200
It's sort of a mini goal/incentive of mine.I don't wanna keep looking too shaggy, so I gotta keep it in gear
UPDATE: I've moved and modified the info on how I've managed this weight loss so far. Link is here:
Hopefully it helps/motivates/encourages someone
I'll be updating it every week with new numbers, and I'll probably be putting up pic montages at some point.. maybe.I'll give fair warning if I do put the majority of my progress pictures online. I take my monthly pictures in the morning, and some of my shots are pretty horrifying as I am certainly not a morning person! I swear I could pass for a 60 year old lunch lady in a few of them.. lol
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