Hey everyone.. I see that there a lot of success stories in the forum, but let me add one more. I posted somethin quite some time ago when I was worried that I had perhaps lost all the weight that I could.. I was wrong.
Here is my little narrative for you all:
I learned to be ashamed of my body when I was quite young. For as long as I can remember, I was a big fat guy. I remember being teased on account of my gynecomastia when I was about 11 years old. As a result, I was always super self conscious about the way I looked and shy and all that other stuff that comes with the territory. As I grew older, though, what I feared the most was that I would be alone forever - chicks don't dig guys with breasts, hah. When I was about 18 or 19 I started to go out walking and exercising a bit. Didn't really pay attention to my weight or nothin, but I definitely lost a few pant sizes. Then, I met a girl at a truck stop (Yeah, romantic, I know), shit just kinda happened and I ended up in a four year relationship with her. I figured I would marry her or somethin, something screwed up like that. But yeah, I started to let myself go again. Stopped exercising, ate whatever the hell I felt like, and got REALLY big. I was tipping the scales at 315lbs when I came home early one day to find my buddy humping my old lady. I was crushed, because I really did love her - I mean, I think I did. What is love, anyway? But this isin't the place for that discussion - back to the story.
I asked her why she did it, and her reply was that I was, "too fat and ugly." Well, to be honest, I don't think she put it like that. I think she might have said that I needed to change, or somethin like that. But what I heard was that I was too fat and ugly. I was crushed. Afterall, she was by no means a 10 out of 10 and I never complained. She was mine, and that was all that mattered.
So, I got mad. Well, not immediately. First I felt sorry for myself for a while. THEN I got mad. She did love me, didn't she? If she really loved me but couldn't get past the fact that I was as fat as the day is long, then who could? So I got mad. Started watching what I ate. No more truck stop food, that kinda shit. By the time spring rolled around, I was down to 305lbs or so. Felt good. One day, after all my driving hours were used up, I parked the truck and went for a walk. A short one, ten minutes. It felt good. The next day, I went for another. Since that first walk felt so good, I never stopped. I started watching what I ate. My walks got progressively longer and longer. They were starting to last two, sometimes three hours. I would always make sure I had lots of fruit to eat all day while I drove around, and plenty of bottled water. I started to lose weight like a mother fucker. 30 pounds one month, then after that 20 consistently, every month. Now, it wasn't all as easy as it sounds. I really did watch what I ate. No coffee, no carbohydrates, all that stuff. Only got drunk twice in 2009. Quit doing drugs, especially cocaine. Still smoked marijuana, but somehow I managed to control the whole munch out thing. I think it was because I only smoked it after my walk and usually right before I went to bed, don't really remember. So anyway, one day I woke up and I was 170lbs. 170lbs, down from 315. Damn, did it feel good. Friends kept talking about my "transformation". People stopped referring to me as "Big Mike". Then, one day, I got sick of walking. You know what I did then? I started running. First day I lasted about 10 minutes - but I was happy, I could NEVER run for 10 minutes straight before. Kept at it, every day. Wanna know what I do now? Let me run it down for you: 300 - 360 sit ups a day, run 16 kilometers (10 miles), 18 chin ups, and an intense amount of weight lifting (bench press, bicep curls, lateral arm raises, and those shoulder shrug things). I stuck with the whole "endurance athelete" type training rather than for strength, and I'm glad I did. I'm toned as hell, look great, etc. After being lethargic for so long, being in phenominal shape feels, for lack of better words, FUCKING AWESOME!
So, yeah, I guess thats my little story. Let me run down some of the advantages of being in really good shape for ya, just to finish up:
1. I feel great
2. People are a lot nicer to me
3. Women are A LOT nicer to me
4. I don't get sick as often - in fact, haven't been sick since I started working out
5. Losing all that weight has given me the confidence I need to succeed in all aspects of life - I feel much more comfortable in social situations. I quit truck driving, started goin to University, and guess what? Made the Dean's list in my first year (thats an 80%+ overall average, by the way). I gotta credit that with my weight loss and stuff, cause if I was still big ol' Mike then I probably would have quit goin to school on account of feeling awkward.
I know its sort of a cliche, but it couldn't be closer to the truth - If I did it, so can you. And its never too late.
Hope my little narrative inspires someone - I know how horrible it feels to be large. But, all you have to do is change. Go for it, you've got nothing to lose (except the weight) and everything to gain (confidence, and the ability to live your life as you would like to).
Good luck!
Here is my little narrative for you all:
I learned to be ashamed of my body when I was quite young. For as long as I can remember, I was a big fat guy. I remember being teased on account of my gynecomastia when I was about 11 years old. As a result, I was always super self conscious about the way I looked and shy and all that other stuff that comes with the territory. As I grew older, though, what I feared the most was that I would be alone forever - chicks don't dig guys with breasts, hah. When I was about 18 or 19 I started to go out walking and exercising a bit. Didn't really pay attention to my weight or nothin, but I definitely lost a few pant sizes. Then, I met a girl at a truck stop (Yeah, romantic, I know), shit just kinda happened and I ended up in a four year relationship with her. I figured I would marry her or somethin, something screwed up like that. But yeah, I started to let myself go again. Stopped exercising, ate whatever the hell I felt like, and got REALLY big. I was tipping the scales at 315lbs when I came home early one day to find my buddy humping my old lady. I was crushed, because I really did love her - I mean, I think I did. What is love, anyway? But this isin't the place for that discussion - back to the story.
I asked her why she did it, and her reply was that I was, "too fat and ugly." Well, to be honest, I don't think she put it like that. I think she might have said that I needed to change, or somethin like that. But what I heard was that I was too fat and ugly. I was crushed. Afterall, she was by no means a 10 out of 10 and I never complained. She was mine, and that was all that mattered.
So, I got mad. Well, not immediately. First I felt sorry for myself for a while. THEN I got mad. She did love me, didn't she? If she really loved me but couldn't get past the fact that I was as fat as the day is long, then who could? So I got mad. Started watching what I ate. No more truck stop food, that kinda shit. By the time spring rolled around, I was down to 305lbs or so. Felt good. One day, after all my driving hours were used up, I parked the truck and went for a walk. A short one, ten minutes. It felt good. The next day, I went for another. Since that first walk felt so good, I never stopped. I started watching what I ate. My walks got progressively longer and longer. They were starting to last two, sometimes three hours. I would always make sure I had lots of fruit to eat all day while I drove around, and plenty of bottled water. I started to lose weight like a mother fucker. 30 pounds one month, then after that 20 consistently, every month. Now, it wasn't all as easy as it sounds. I really did watch what I ate. No coffee, no carbohydrates, all that stuff. Only got drunk twice in 2009. Quit doing drugs, especially cocaine. Still smoked marijuana, but somehow I managed to control the whole munch out thing. I think it was because I only smoked it after my walk and usually right before I went to bed, don't really remember. So anyway, one day I woke up and I was 170lbs. 170lbs, down from 315. Damn, did it feel good. Friends kept talking about my "transformation". People stopped referring to me as "Big Mike". Then, one day, I got sick of walking. You know what I did then? I started running. First day I lasted about 10 minutes - but I was happy, I could NEVER run for 10 minutes straight before. Kept at it, every day. Wanna know what I do now? Let me run it down for you: 300 - 360 sit ups a day, run 16 kilometers (10 miles), 18 chin ups, and an intense amount of weight lifting (bench press, bicep curls, lateral arm raises, and those shoulder shrug things). I stuck with the whole "endurance athelete" type training rather than for strength, and I'm glad I did. I'm toned as hell, look great, etc. After being lethargic for so long, being in phenominal shape feels, for lack of better words, FUCKING AWESOME!
So, yeah, I guess thats my little story. Let me run down some of the advantages of being in really good shape for ya, just to finish up:
1. I feel great
2. People are a lot nicer to me
3. Women are A LOT nicer to me
4. I don't get sick as often - in fact, haven't been sick since I started working out
5. Losing all that weight has given me the confidence I need to succeed in all aspects of life - I feel much more comfortable in social situations. I quit truck driving, started goin to University, and guess what? Made the Dean's list in my first year (thats an 80%+ overall average, by the way). I gotta credit that with my weight loss and stuff, cause if I was still big ol' Mike then I probably would have quit goin to school on account of feeling awkward.
I know its sort of a cliche, but it couldn't be closer to the truth - If I did it, so can you. And its never too late.
Hope my little narrative inspires someone - I know how horrible it feels to be large. But, all you have to do is change. Go for it, you've got nothing to lose (except the weight) and everything to gain (confidence, and the ability to live your life as you would like to).
Good luck!
