In order to lose the weight and keep it off, more is needed than diet, exercise, being pestered by Richard Simmons, or other drastic means...
You gotta get right with you, on the inside of your head.
I got big because I had a feeling of entitlement, and a little problem with greed I'm embarrassed to admit I had. I was sorta OK when I walked, tho I was going downhill slowly... but when that nerve in my back got messed up and I hit bottom mostly numb and given up on life, I still ate like I used to just without the level of activity I had previously had but despised.
My problem isn't genetic, it was emotional and it was all about a lack of hope and an insane overcompensation for a feeling of deprivation in other areas of my life.
What put me into the wheelchair was not caused solely by the increasing weight I was pretending didn't exist, but it was certainly exacerbated by the looming bulk within my jogging pant and sweat shirt.
It's taken a lot of introspection to get where I am now and where I am going.
One major source of inspiration and hope is my Becky. She has lost a rather large amount of weight herself, though I won't say how much until she wakes up and tells me I can divulge.
There's no numbers in pissing off Becky, she's 6'5"!
Anyway, she kicked my ass into gear and bounces my reality check as needed. She is my inspiration and support system, Life with her is worth the hope I have.
I have confidence that my inner issues have been dealt with, and that my support system is up to the challenge of keeping me accountable for myself, and burn with determination no take back what is mine.
I WANT WHAT IS MINE!
What is that?
I'll tell you: buying clothes at any store I please, with belt loops, shirts that tuck in, or kewl tee shirts that say stuff and don't come in 'circus tent' sizes. Going where I want, when I want, and not caring where there are stairs, curbs, or not many very solid places to sit. moving and not having to be so very aware of every movement, not having to be quite so strategic to avoid injury.
Holding the door for a pretty girl instead of having her hold it for me and seeing pity or revulsion in her eyes.
Years more of life than I could reasonably expect at this size, and being able to do for myself instead of feeling useless.
These things are mine, and nothing in Heaven above or Earth below is going to stand in my way.
What factors lead any of you to the point where you realized that unless you got 'dead serious', you'd be just 'dead?'
What inspires YOU and gives YOU hope?
As an offering, here is a pic of me as I am this very moment after my forty pounds of weight loss (449 lbs at present), but before the whirlwind that is to come.