I have been fat for a LONG time. Pretty much since the age of three or four. I can’t say I know what it is like to be thin. But more on that in a minute.
In 2004, I reached my all-time biggest. I weighed 402.8 pounds. I know this number so specifically because I went to Weight Watchers on February 9, 2004, for the first time ever. This is what I looked like at the time.
I followed Weight Watchers pretty religiously for about fifteen months, and I actually got my weight down to around 260. This is what I looked like then. For the record, this is also the thinnest I have ever been.
Shortly after this picture was taken, I fell off the wagon. Hard. By winter of 2009, I had gained my way back up to around 300 pounds. I got a personal trainer and got back on program.
But it didn’t work. I got complacent. I was happily married in October 2010, and the weight just keep creeping back. I kept saying, “Oh, I’ll start dieting tomorrow,” and… well, tomorrow never comes.
In 2012, I got into the 380s, 50 pounds heavier than I was two years ago. I was less than twenty pounds away from my highest.
Tina and I are having our first baby (a boy, lovingly termed Moon Pie on the blog) in September 2012. I don’t want to be a fat dad, but even more than that, I don’t want my son to grow up without a dad.
My mom and I rejoined Weight Watchers in June 2012, and right now, we’re doing well. I am losing weight slowly but steadily. I’m not dropping the big numbers like I did first time out of the gate, but I’m losing and it’s a way that I can live, so I’m very, very pleased.
Join me as I lose this weight, this time forever.