I am a 30 year old guy at my wits end and frustrated at my weight gain over the past few months. I am now at my all time fattest at 271 pounds.
I stand 6'4", so thankfully I don't look 271, but I feel it. I wear nothing but expando waistband pants. I am not liking the general direction my life is going. Well past few years is more like it. I was on Weight Watchers back in 2003 and I dropped from 255 down to 220. I was feeling so good about myself, and was loving life. My mom got sick and ended up dying in December of 2003, after that event, I could never get back into weight watchers. I tried months later to no avail. Since then I have tried to work out to offset what I eat, but nowadays I have absolutly no willpower or motiviation to work out. I hate my body, and I hate myself for being so lazy. I feel as if I am split down the middle. My brain knows what I eat is bad and it knows what I should be doing to remedy the problem, however my stomach doesn't seem to care. I eat the bad things, and then AFTER I beat myself up on the inside because I was so weak. I can't tell you how many wars my stomach has won over my brain on what I want to eat. I don't know if my habits are a lasting effect of my moms passing, or if I am just a lazy slob. All I know is I want to turn myself around. I want to get back into my old workpants that don't have anything to do with elastic waistbands, and back into my tight shirts that were tight for good reasons, and not to highlight my rolls. lol Any support and helpful motivation is appreciated.