2011 is right around the corner……


The more I think about it, it really does seem like a long time ago. But it was not that long ago. It was only three years ago…..

I always had an eating problem. I would gain weight, and then find some strength to lose it. I would do it over and over again.It seemed normal to me…..

I was never like this though.

In 2007, it got away from me. I was over 400 pounds. When you are short and obese, life gets hard. I could not do things that most people could do. I wanted to go on disability to lose weight. I did not think I could do it on my own. I could not afford surgery. My insurance would not cover it. Even if it did, it would not have saved me.

I ate an incredible amount of food. I would eat if I was hungry. I would eat if I was full.

Looking back, the sad part was I knew I needed to make a change to save myself, yet ate more and more.

Life was good besides for my weight. I was doing well as a chef. I had a great wife. Yet my weight stopped me from doing anything.

I really did not live. I had to pay someone at work to park and bring my car up because I did not have the energy. I was supposed to take medications for my heart and cholesterol, but refused.

By doing that, the problem does not get solved. My heart rate was ridiculous, and my cholesterol was in the 300’s.

My wife would not talk about my weight much, but I knew how she felt. She was scared, and had every reason to be. She was not looking to be a widow in her 20’s.

She would be very careful in her words. She would say “Get Healthy” instead of lose weight. Looking back, I really appreciate that. It was one of the reasons why I am successful today.

At the end of 2007, we found out some news. For a long time, my wife and I considered adopting. Because of my weight, it was going to be very difficult. I knew this bothered my wife. It bothered me, yet I still ate. I did not move.

In December of 2007, we went to the doctor. He told us we could have a child on our own.

It took the wind out of me. I then had to take a look at myself in the mirror. What kind of father did I want to be?

I did not want to be unhealthy. Yet, I was so far off from where I needed to be. I needed to make a change.

Two months after the news, I decided to change my life…………

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