So, ever since a young age, being fat was something that fascinated me. To the point that I purposefully went from 125lbs to around 170, which I really enjoyed and can't say I would change anything about. I was 21, I met my girlfriend and was happy in my life. Over the next few years my weight continued to creep up and I was aware but didn't do anything to stop it. I reached a point last year where I was stunned at the place I had gotten myself. I was obese, 220lbs+ and my life was being negatively affected. I couldn't play with my niece, I had pain in my knees, I no longer liked what I saw in the mirror. I'm happy I decided to make a change when I did before it was too late, my goal weight is first to get under 200, and then ultimately 185lbs. It's a mental struggle too as well as physical as there is still a voice within me telling me to order a whole large pizza or finish a tub of ice cream on my own. I know as weird a place as this can be, it can also be very positive and supportive so I'm happy to share the progress I've made so far, with 22lbs lost so far.
