BirdieGene
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When you're fat, another pound or two doesn't seem like fussing over. So another couple are added this month, that month and, hey, who cares? This is the mentality that's enabled me to gain from my low of 260 up to my current weight of over three hundred pounds. Three hundred pounds, could you imagine it? It's more than a number, it's a way of life. My entire day is altered from the time it takes me two pumps to get out of bed in the morning. I'm embarassed. All the time.
This is ridiculous. I'm youngish, smartish, and I can't help but think if I was of a normal weight I could live a normal happier life. It's easy to dismiss weight as an after effect of living, and those that love me insist it's not a big deal, but it is a big deal and at the center of my life.
This isn't the first time I've tried to loose weight. I have succeeded, once, five years ago I dropped from 330 to 270 in about 9 months. I felt awesome, I want to feel awesome again.
This is ridiculous. I'm youngish, smartish, and I can't help but think if I was of a normal weight I could live a normal happier life. It's easy to dismiss weight as an after effect of living, and those that love me insist it's not a big deal, but it is a big deal and at the center of my life.
This isn't the first time I've tried to loose weight. I have succeeded, once, five years ago I dropped from 330 to 270 in about 9 months. I felt awesome, I want to feel awesome again.