It's been excuse after excuse for a very long time and I am sick of it. Yes, I am a mass of fat cells. I have been trying to turn it around for years, but it seems every time I lose 15 - 20 pounds, something gets me depressed and I gain it or more back.
I was fat as a child, and during high school I got up to around 275 pounds. During my junior/senior years I got into a health kick and got down to 193 lbs. (which was actually too skinny).
When in college, I got depressed freshman year, sort of dropped out of life and got back up to maybe 260/270 by the end of the year. After that I went up and down from around 280 to 310 lbs. I started hanging out with my friends by the last year of school a bunch and got myself down from around 295 to 280. But then graduation came, I couldn't find a job, got depressed again, moved in with my parents, and ballooned up to a record setting 325 where I have been hovering for a while.
I am done with it though. This isn't really a cry for help or a call for advice--I know what I need to do. It is mostly a statement of fact. I am obese! and I need to change. This is my year to get in shape, and I will do it. No more excuses.
Thanks for reading my self-aimed rant. Wish me luck if you want, but I know I can't rely on luck. This is up to me.
I was fat as a child, and during high school I got up to around 275 pounds. During my junior/senior years I got into a health kick and got down to 193 lbs. (which was actually too skinny).
When in college, I got depressed freshman year, sort of dropped out of life and got back up to maybe 260/270 by the end of the year. After that I went up and down from around 280 to 310 lbs. I started hanging out with my friends by the last year of school a bunch and got myself down from around 295 to 280. But then graduation came, I couldn't find a job, got depressed again, moved in with my parents, and ballooned up to a record setting 325 where I have been hovering for a while.
I am done with it though. This isn't really a cry for help or a call for advice--I know what I need to do. It is mostly a statement of fact. I am obese! and I need to change. This is my year to get in shape, and I will do it. No more excuses.
Thanks for reading my self-aimed rant. Wish me luck if you want, but I know I can't rely on luck. This is up to me.