I was 300 pounds last year. A big, giant pasty blob of goo. I hated myself, I hated what I had become. It wasn't just about the weight, the weight was just a reminder of how active, how ALIVE I used to be.
I remember the day clearly, I stepped on the scale after being on the road for 3 weeks.
300 pounds.
Holy shit.
This has to stop.
And it has.
I hope to chronicle what I have done, along with the amazing support of my wife and family, to get back my life. If nothing else, I hope that someone reads this and realizes that they too, can get back from the edge of death.
Because morbid obesity is exactly that, it is death. Waiting, patient, slowly suffocating you.
Fight back.
