I was always a chubby kid
No but really
I’ve been called so many things growing up:
- Big boy
- Smart he just needs to lose some weight
I remember the depression. Hating being in your own skin, having to feel bad about something that brought such comfort in eating, dieting and scrapping to lose weight all of the time.
March 2008 I lost my father,
And at the same time I became my mother’s long term caregiver, who is disabled and legally incompetent. My life changed. And I gained weight. A lot of it. If I remember correctly, I was 215 lbs. when I left Atlanta to go take care of my mom, and upon returning with her I ate my way to 340 lbs. Overeating is an addiction and I had to not only overcome it, but the depression and lack of will to have a meaningful life that caused and resulted from it.
My spirit in creating this site is to share what I felt didn’t exist at my lowest point; hope. I’m not some doctor or dietician telling you what you need to do or what you shouldn’t do. I am a human being who DID IT. And if all of my efforts simply inspire, or help others to reach their goals, then my job is done 🙂