I've (M30) been fat my entire life. I don't have a single life memory where I wasn't the fat one. A little less than a year ago I was 344 lbs, about 3 weeks after my 30th birthday. I was days into my 30s and I needed high blood pressure medication.
I finally made some life-changing decisions the day my doctor asked me if I'd ever considered gastric surgery. He asked me that if I was 344 lbs and had hypertension at age 30 then what the hell was I expecting for age 40? He referred me to a gastric specialist.
Today I weigh 242 lbs, all from CICO. I moved away from that area so that guy's not my physician anymore, but I should send that doctor a thank-you note for a wake-up call that finally broke through my thick skull.
I've done the weight loss song and dance before. I'd drop some weight, sometimes I'd drop a lot, but it always felt unsustainable and ultimately I'd crack and start eating too much again. This time has been different--in the past I would crash diet; my idea of a diet back in college was a half-bowl of oatmeal in the morning, a Kashi bar for lunch and a small amount of cold cuts for dinner, with appetite suppressed by about 1.5 gallons of water throughout the day.
Now I'm eating enough to feel that it's sustainable, 1400-1500 calories, but I'm eating broccoli and zucchini and kale and so much cauliflower--I'm eating all the things that I spent my first 30 years avoiding (and, irony, some of this stuff tastes delicious). And I'm straight up melting.
I didn't want to spend money on new clothes until I knew that this was real, so I set a lofty milestone for myself. I would buy new clothes once I dropped 100 pounds. Milestone achieved, woohoo, so buy new clothes I did.
I didn't have an accurate way to measure my waist, don't have one of those sewing tape-measures. So I took my fat pants, size 52 waist, and scrunched up the excess. Then I marked it and measured the excess; 6 inches of excess, not bad. So I bought some size 46 shorts.
Never once in my life have I had the experience of having to exchange for a smaller size. Feels kind of surreal. I remember once in college I'd had the same pair of 44 jeans for years. When I went to buy new ones I went one size up--as was my custom--and the 46 jeans were no where close to fitting. I needed at least 48s. I'd spend two days feeling like shit, maybe try crash dieting again for a couple months, but years later I was in size 52s 🤡.
Anyway, the size 44s will be here in a few days. Just wanted to brag, I guess.
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