7 years ago, I dropped from 290 to 210. In a relatively quick amount of time (maybe 7 months). Over the course of the next two years, I gradually gained it back. IDK why. Probably because I didn't lose the weight to make myself happy, I lost it to make everybody else happy. But they didn't seem to give a damn when I lost it, or care much when I gained it back. So fuck it I guess. Easier to slack off than to work hard and suffer for nobody.
2 years ago I dropped from 310 to 250, in about 5 months. It was so that I could impress everybody by winning a weight loss/fitness contest at work. Then I got hit with a triple whammy: lost a job that I loved doing for 15 years, started at a new place that was stressful and time-consuming, and then entered a cold/dark winter that made outdoor activity difficult. So gained it all back over a couple years.
I decided now that I'm pushing 50 I'd better get my shit together because honestly, a lot of 300-lb guys don't make it to age 60.
Been working at it for a few weeks, and progress is great. Nutrition and portion control and exercise is a no-brainer for me; I remember everything I learned 7 years ago. A gimpy knee might limit my options a bit, but I'll tough it out.
Even 7 years ago, I knew that you needed accountability and somebody to "watch your back". But I didn't do that. Will try not to make that mistake again.
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