Heft
Happy New Year. It's around this time pretty much every year that I consider writing a blog again, so here I am. In 2015 and 2017 I attempted to write a blog every day, a ludicrous endeavour that was doomed to failure. If you are so inclined, you can look back through my efforts to churn out as much content as possible that had little to no value. What can I say, I'm a product of the age. This time around I'm aiming to post a blog a week that will hopefully be a bit more long form than my previous ones. They will also not all be as serious as this one.
I am fat. More accurately than that, I am obese. More accurately than that, I am morbidly obese. I have been overweight for as long as I can remember and food has been my companion for all of that time. I'm probably no different to a lot of people with weight problems. I eat when I'm happy, I eat when I'm sad, I eat as a general coping mechanism. I have normalised overeating to a ridiculous and frankly troubling degree and frequently consume beyond the point where I feel physically ill. I have on more than one occasion spent over twenty pounds in McDonalds. Whilst I believe Pepsi Max is the best cola drink available on the market, it doesn't justify my almost industrial level of consumption.
In your early 30s, you come to realise that your body is not invincible and I feel that I am now nearing a point of no return. As of today I weigh 25 stone and 13 pounds, which is the heaviest I've ever been. I sleep on a specially reinforced bed designed to carry my weight. I sweat constantly, regardless of the amount of effort I have exerted. I no longer take the stairs unless I absolutely have to. On public transport I am constantly apologising to strangers with my eyes. I have sporadic back pain. I occasionally struggle with the gentlest of slopes. An aisle seat in any cinema or theatre viewing scenario is essential. I wear 4XL and 5XL t-shirts and a 6XL jacket. I would happily wear jogging bottoms every day if society deemed it acceptable to do so. I wheeze frequently, my breathing is laboured.
This can't go on. I have planned a new fitness and diet regime and as a part of that, I'm going to post my weight up on this blog on a week by week basis so there is some form of accountability. I have in the past set myself impossibly ambitious goals in this area and I'm not going to do that this time. In the short term, I would like to lose a stone as quickly as I reasonably can and then proceed from there. This feels like one of the most difficult things I will ever have to do, but the alternative doesn't bear thinking about.
I am fat. More accurately than that, I am obese. More accurately than that, I am morbidly obese. I have been overweight for as long as I can remember and food has been my companion for all of that time. I'm probably no different to a lot of people with weight problems. I eat when I'm happy, I eat when I'm sad, I eat as a general coping mechanism. I have normalised overeating to a ridiculous and frankly troubling degree and frequently consume beyond the point where I feel physically ill. I have on more than one occasion spent over twenty pounds in McDonalds. Whilst I believe Pepsi Max is the best cola drink available on the market, it doesn't justify my almost industrial level of consumption.
In your early 30s, you come to realise that your body is not invincible and I feel that I am now nearing a point of no return. As of today I weigh 25 stone and 13 pounds, which is the heaviest I've ever been. I sleep on a specially reinforced bed designed to carry my weight. I sweat constantly, regardless of the amount of effort I have exerted. I no longer take the stairs unless I absolutely have to. On public transport I am constantly apologising to strangers with my eyes. I have sporadic back pain. I occasionally struggle with the gentlest of slopes. An aisle seat in any cinema or theatre viewing scenario is essential. I wear 4XL and 5XL t-shirts and a 6XL jacket. I would happily wear jogging bottoms every day if society deemed it acceptable to do so. I wheeze frequently, my breathing is laboured.
This can't go on. I have planned a new fitness and diet regime and as a part of that, I'm going to post my weight up on this blog on a week by week basis so there is some form of accountability. I have in the past set myself impossibly ambitious goals in this area and I'm not going to do that this time. In the short term, I would like to lose a stone as quickly as I reasonably can and then proceed from there. This feels like one of the most difficult things I will ever have to do, but the alternative doesn't bear thinking about.
Good luck!
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