About this time last year I was waking up every morning with sometimes severe, sometimes minor pains in my chest. Not only that but I was feeling completely miserable everyday all day, sluggish and generally lazy. It was on one fateful night when I lay in bed thinking “Oh my god, I’m going to die” that I finally decided to do something about it. I was, in every sense, the stereotypical American fastfood tragedy weighing in at about 250lbs (Wow… That number is just huge in retrospect). Most people I knew would say “Oh, it’s just because of how tall you are” and “You just have big bones.” No, I was fat. I’m weighing in the high 180′s now and I’m proud of it because that’s very close to my “recommended weight.” Even though I look pretty decent in most pictures. I’d even post some pictures but that might ruin the mystery some people believe in where it’s unknown if I’m a guy or girl.
Anyway, the thing is I did it the old fashion way. I ran every day, I lifted weights every other day, and I didn’t eat fast food for probably a good six or seven months. So many people want to lose weight and change their health for the better but they refuse to take the proper steps to do so. They just want to take a pill (“Every ache has a prescription!”) and keep on eating McDonald’s for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. To any people out there who wish to lose weight… Just work at it. Don’t go buying into all the lies. There’s nothing wrong with working out, eating healthy, and generally being optimistic about losing weight.
[...] a few grapes and strawberries. I feel sick, depressed almost, after every single meal. As I have stated before, I have managed to shed my past body. Yet a little bit of it still lingers, and I despise it. I [...]