My stomach clenched, I felt his hand squeeze my tender skin. “How many rolls you got there buddy? Enough to make a Pillsbury cake?”. My heart sunk, I could not respond to the older boy who had just embarrassed me in front of dozens of my peers.
That night, I went home and cried myself to sleep for the first time in my life. At 5’6” and 208 lbs I was medically categorized with a body mass index of 33.1, in other words- I was morbidly obese. I always brushed off my weight issue with the excuse of having bad genetics, being big boned, and reverting to my past and blaming my weight gain on using food as my pathway past difficult periods of time. …show more content…
I came to the realization that whining and complaining was a waste of energy. There was only so much that whining could do, but yet that would not change my current circumstance. I wanted to be the change that I could visually picture for myself. It all clicked at once, I registered that the world did not owe me anything and it was up to me to change my life. Day after day, I would go to the gym and make big puddles of sweat. It was seemingly disgusting, but it was effective. My goal each day was to make my puddles bigger. It worked. After six months of rigorous resistance training and disciplined meal plans, I had lost 58