My Own 600-Pound Life

Have you ever watched a show and said, "Oh, that will never me me!"?  Well, I have too.  I saw the show "My 600 Pound Life" and was appalled.  How could people let themselves get that big?  How could they even imagine getting that immobile and just... ick!  They couldn't walk, they couldn't do anything - they just sat around and did nothing.  That definitely was not me!

Well, while I don't have a lot of the symptoms they have as badly as they do, this is my own 600-Pound life.  I am starting a weight loss journey at 593 pounds.  I can't even look at that number too long.  It literally groses me out.  I can't believe I've let myself get into this predicament.  I mean when I met my wife, which is about 14 months ago, I was down to 450 pounds!  I had lost a lot of weight and I had never been over 530!  What happened?  Poor choices is what happened - good ideas, but too much food and the wrong types of food.

See, that's the mistake I made.  I watch some of these shows and say, well, heck, I don't get 3 Big Macs at McDonalds.  These people are just engorging themselves on stuff.  I just eat because I like the taste of food.  Well, a large-sized McDonald's meal with a large coke and then maybe an ice cream later, definitely snacks inbetween... it all adds up quickly.  That coupled with the fact that I have a desk job just makes for a very short road to a very large man.

I have never much worried about it because it has never really affected me too much.  I mean was I able to go to the local amusement park and ride roller coasters?  Was I able to go to the grocery without using a motoized cart?  Was I able to shop at any store for long without having to use a chair or something?  No... but that didn't matter.  I didn't feel it was limiting me.  Who wanted to stand in lines at the amusement park or even go to the grocery?  That's what fast food is for!  And they have drive-thrus!

Well, now it's different.  I'm married and there are so many things that I can't do that shouldn't be this hard.  I shouldn't have to rely on my wife to go get me things I need when it's too hard to stand up and get them myself.  I should be able to go outside and go to the park with my wife.  I should be able to do these things by myself.  Not that my wife complains because she doesn't, but I should be able to do them.

So there you have it, folks.  Where I need to go is a very far-off place.  It will take a long time to get there, but there will be benefits along the way.  Perhaps after losing 100 pounds, I will be able to get my own drinks again.  Maybe after 200, I'll be able to go play frisbee or volleyball with my wife.  Definitely after 300, I'll be able to walk more and maybe shop at stores that are meant for "normal" people.  I don't know what the future brings, but it is time to tackle this.  I have fought with weight too long and I can't do it anymore.  I'm tired of not being able to do things.  This is where the pain stops... this is a new revolution... it will bring pain and anguish, but the rewards at the end will be more than worth it.

So, bring it, food.  Try to mess me up!  I have willpower and a wonderful wife to support me along the way.  You will not win!