I'm no good at writing for long periods of time but here goes...
Day 1 (22st 7lbs)
Anyway...
I suppose this is the part where I tell you some incredibly sad story (basically another excuse) as to why I've let myself balloon to such a size, that everyday life and simple tasks that require limited physical excursion, has become a struggle. But it's a lot simpler than that...
Laziness and Gluttony.
There's no ifs, ands or buts about it, laziness and gluttony are the only major factors as to why I am what I am today. Nope, not some brutal upbringing where the only safe haven I could find was at the bottom of a packet of walkers cheese onion crisps, or any of the 4 packets after the first one. Not some genetic disorder or a disease which causes obesity or weight control problems(Yes I do know there are plenty of people out there that suffer from such things and it can't be help) Every single layer of lard currently engulfing my body is self inflicted, every bit of it.
Never in my life have I been a healthy weight, as far is I can remember. Ever since the early years of nursery and starting school, I was always one of, if not the biggest in my class. Could I put that down to some form of 'over feeding' and neglect on the part of my parents? Definitely not. And I can quash such an awful theory due to having 3 brothers, all of which never had a weight problem when they were kids. In fact to come up with such an accusation would be incredibly selfish on my part, given I'm now 21 and still having severe weight problems.
Anyway, back to story of what is my boring life.
Like I said, I was always the biggest in my class and more than likely the whole year group. But in all honesty, I was quite active at a young age, still a little fat sh*t but I didn't mind getting involved in sporting activities I.e football, certainly in the years leading up to secondary school. But I think when I left primary school is when laziness started to make a major impact on my life.
Secondary school was when I really started to get lazy and pile on even more weight. I'm gunna be honest and say I did struggle to make friends, I was bullied as you'd expect although I wouldn't say it was severe, you always get that one bell end who'd throw in a few insults on a daily basis. All of this combined led to me becoming a serious social recluse at the age of 12. I was staying in on my weekends, playing games and eating all the crap I could get my hands on, purely just to cure boredom. I was in a vicious circle of eat, sleep, eat a little bit more and repeat and that was all my life consisted of, all the way up to the age of 18 and even in a slightly less form up to the present day.
But again these are all problems that could of and should of been nipped in the bud from an early age.
Now at 21yrs old, I find my self trapped in a fake body, consisting of fat, high cholesterol and the last few biscuits left in the tin.
No one, not even myself, has ever seen the 'real me'. The healthy and I hope extremely good looking and ripped me that is trapped under all these years of self inflicted gluttony.
I'm not going to wallow in my own self pity and to be honest, I think I have waffled on a bit towards the end of this. But here's to the next few years of repairing I have to do in order to free person that is trapped because of my actions.
My only hope is that I'm still here to tell you the end of my story.
