In 19 months, I've lost 262 pounds. New Me, New Life.

noura80

You are such an inspiration!! Good luck in the rest of your journey :flowerforyou:

eleanorblack

The pic of you on your bike made me cry a bit :-) Now you look like the real you!

JoelleAnn78

At 5'7" and 399 -- I had this same moment..... The entire moment. From the trashy car, the pain from walking, the shame of going to the "Fat Girl" store ---- the immense shame of outgrowing the Fat Girl store --- the sadness, the anger, all of it.

Thank you.

Thank you for sharing.

And, thank you for sharing it so eloquently. I believe we are better people for having lived that nightmare....

xiamjackie

SO incredible. Amazing. And you're an incredible writer!

iamwilso

holy **** man, thats amazing. nice bike too

Phoenix_Warrior

Incredible! You're an inspiration. What incredible strength it took not only to better yourself but to share such a personal piece of yourself.Thank you for sharing! You look great ♡

beattie1

Awesome story from an awesome guy. I think you have a talent for writing too - keep on blogging, writing, take it as far as you want to or can. Good luck in your new life - you've made so many impressive changes you seem like a new person.

PJ_73

I swore. Out loud. And me being a lady and all.

You look bloody amazing, love! Such an emotional journey for you and such a great achievement, you really are an inspiration.

Pretty handsome too.

kshaw5501

You are quite the inspiration! Great job! You look amazing!

leaaa92

WOW! So incredibly inspiring!! Well done on your weight-loss and your phenomenal writing

Pangea250

Dude. Dude dude dude. I'm at my desk, in tears. What a story. So powerful, so...real. I wasn't at your weight, but I relate to the shame & the feeling of hopelessness & powerlessness. Oh, how I relate. God bless you. And me too.

(Oh, and you're a hottie too!)

jollyjoe321

You look absolutely fantastic, an absolute inspiration!

Hearts_2015

Hey Myfitnesspal,

So, it's been 19 months since I started using myfitnesspal, and it's been a major success for me. I weigh 216 pounds today, down 262 from my original 478. It's been a wild ride, and I'd essentially lived two completely separate lives. Here is an pretty in depth anecdote from my blog I've been keeping detailing the journey at gainsthroughloss.com

Welcome to my Nightmare.

As I sit alone in my pickup truck, parked in a small asphalt parking lot, I look down at the floor of the passenger seat that is now overflowing with trash from a fast food restaurant. It is overflowing the center console; this gross, greasy mess is the only physical remnant from a meal now filled with regret. The trash is not the only thing that lingers though, my stomach is so full from a self-destructive meal that I can feel my it stretched to the breaking point inside my giant gut. The same gut that rests on the steering wheel; my circumference too large to fit comfortably inside this extra large GMC pickup, a truck typically roomy enough for the biggest of men. It is not big enough for me. My right leg rests uncomfortably on the center console, pressed so hard against it that it is falling asleep. My left leg is just as uncomfortable pressed against the door. I have just finished off two double quarter pounders, two large fries, a 20-piece nugget with hot mustard sauce, and, of course, a couple Cokes. Lonely, I sit parked in the space between the most satisfying Heaven, and the torment of hell.

Already feeling regret from the meal, I am aware that my binging is driving me down a path towards my death. I really don't want to do this, I think to myself as I look in my rear view mirror towards the place I dread most in the world. It is a place that sends me straight to an unhealthy binge before I enter. I am full yet hollow in the satisfaction of a painfully stuffed gut. I look across the street, observing the traffic signal that stops traffic from the local mall. Damn, they are going to watch me make this walk. I don't want to do this. At all. What if some kids yell out the window at me? I don't think I can take it right now. Panic overwhelms me as I start to sweat the pounds of grease I had just taken in. It's only thirty two footsteps (a number I had counted a thousand times before.) You can make it when they have a green light. I slowly open the door of the truck and my giant, sleeping legs fall heavy to the asphalt. The light turns red before I'm even out and I look with dread as the cars line up across the street. The drivers and passengers are stopped at the light, ready, willing, and excited to watch my thirty-two step walk of shame across this parking lot. At that moment the parking lot may as well have spanned the distance of thirty-two football fields.

My feet and back are tired before I ever take the second step; my dreadfully large legs, weighing more than stone boulders make way to the door. I look up to the one sign in the world that fills me with shame, perpetuates my depression, and keeps me in the cycle of binging. 'Casual Male XL,' reads the sign. I hang my head in shame as I think of all the cruel things the people in their cars across the street, are saying about me. Envying their life, envying the 'normal' shopping trip they're returning home from. A normal life. One I wished I had. As the door jingles shut, I step inside, looking around at all the clothes that will never really allow me to have style. They are robbers of part of my identity. Making way to the tees, I browse, trying to find the least absurd. Maybe, just maybe, they have something this time that I would wear if I wasn't five hundred pounds. Christ, more skulls. More ****ing comic book graphic tees. Rockawear? Ekco? Who the **** wants to wear this? This place doesn't have a clue who I am, who any of us are. This stupid *kitten* skull shirt is the least embarrassing thing they have and it is still pretty embarrassing. Maybe I can pull it off, maybe people will think this is the kind of things I like to wear. Ah well. I grab a tee shirt I hate, just so I don't have to continue wearing the faded rags I have on. Painfully browsing, I make my way to the jeans. If you could call the sewn polyester cotton blend they offer here, 'jeans;' they are so thin they tear when you put them on. I grab the size I know will fit, since I only have to match them to the size I hide under my gut. Today it's a tight fitting size 58, not worn at my nonexistent waist, but under my hanging belly. They fall to my feet like parachute pants; they're too long and dragged across the floor. I have no choice. This is my life. Sloppy. Disgusting. Depressing.

Today I'm here to buy a dress shirt for my family Christmas, only a day and a half away. I make my way to the 'dress' section. The walls of this mental prison are wrapped around me, littered with pictures of handsome dudes, who look happy. This place? This place is anything but happy. These people? The people who are forced to shop here, if they're anything like me, couldn't be further away from happiness. By now, my lower back is throbbing in agony, pulled forward by my giant stomach, causing me to sweat through the pain. Oh God, don't start sweating, control your sweat. We've gotta get out of here, pick something out and let's just get out of here. That chair is only sixty some odd steps away. Oh no, I've still gotta pay. Quickly, I grab one of the largest dull blue dress shirts they have, and make my way to the checkout. Sweat pouring down my face, I must look like I stepped out of a rainstorm by now. My back aching, no screaming in pain after only five minutes in this place. My legs sore, causing me to sway side to side to give them a moment of rest before making them suffer all five hundred pounds of me. My lower back continues writhing in pain as I throw down the clothes, panic I'm sure in my eyes. Out of desperation, I wipe my face with my shirt.

'How are you today?' the overweight lady behind the counter asks me, syrupy sweet. 'I'm great,' I reply, my labored breathing impossible to hide. I gasp for air after having to speak and stand at the same time. So far from great. Filled with shame. Panic and pain overwhelming me with every single second that passes. 'Is this all for you today?' She asks with a smile. I wonder if she thinks they're selling me a quality product, or if she knows she's shoveling the worst possible quality goods to people who don't want to be here.'Yeah, that's all.' One day, I think about saying to her, I'm going to lose weight and never have to step foot in here again. I hate this place with all my heart. '182.57,' She says, as I look down at the poorest quality stretch jeans you can imagine. A poorly stitched, ugly graphic tee, and a George Foreman branded dress shirt, a duller blue than my mood lay on the counter as well.

Yes, 182.57 for three of the poorest quality items you can imagine. Something no one should ever be forced to wear, let alone buy, let alone buy at nearly two hundred dollars. Being this fat shouldn't be so expensive. More depression.

We complete the transaction and I make my way slowly, heavily towards the pickup truck. I am a sloppy, wet, slow-moving mess, as I drag myself across. I squeeze my way in to the drivers seat, finally escaping the screaming pain and panic of being on my feet in front of people who can observe me in this state. I start the truck, and make my way with a heavy heart to Taco Bell for an after shopping snack. I had earned it…


This, sadly and honestly, was my last shopping trip at five hundred pounds. December 23rd, 2011. I have replayed it here exactly as I remember it. The misery I felt that day brought me nearly the last step to changing my life. I hated myself. I was lost, scared, and alone. I had no idea what to do or where to start. Very soon, though, I would. These memories now seem like a distant nightmare to me. When I think back, I see them in my mind like the kind of nightmare that tugs at you for days after you wake. They don't seem like they were ever my reality, anymore, though I know all to well they were. It gives me the drive to stay the course, stay healthy, and live this second chance at life I have been given.

Until recently, I hated shopping, trips like the one I have just described to you, they were some of the most dreadful moments of my life. This scenario would play out almost identically, every time I would go shopping, though, the dread escalated every time to stay parallel with my weight gain. I had been shopping at big and tall stores since my eighteenth birthday, or a little before, a XXXL by the time I graduated high school. Today, I am stuck in that awkward stage in between a XL and a large. I can not tell you what it feels like free myself from the all encompassing prison that is a big and tall store. It is one of the fruits of this labor I enjoy the most. To contrast, I was recently graced with the company of a good friend to a rather large outlet mall. We shopped nearly all day; three hours at least of non stop walking and standing didn't phase my stamina. I appreciate now the ability to do this effortlessly, combined with the even more incredible feeling of being able to walk and talk, where before, I would have to dedicate myself to either walking, or talking, I was incapable of both. It was a truly freeing feeling--a sense of accomplishment that day rushed over me. These were real changes. I was becoming...normal.

I am so excited about my future and the opportunity to live a long and healthy life. Knowing I am truly free of the special bond I have always had with chairs, benches, sofas and recliners is beyond wonderful. Please know, if you're suffering through life the way I was, you are not alone.

Good luck on your own path, I know you can change too. I'm rooting for you.

The way you shared your story, your writing style.. it's like I was in your head. Thank you for sharing about your life 'before' and showing us your life after. Looking forward to checking out your website.

gainsthroughloss.com


You've worked so hard and come so far... I'm so proud of you, you are a wonderful inspiration for anyone either in the same place and fighting to get out or another that has made it out and understands what it's like.

Someone mentioned 'we're better ppl for having gone through this'.... I have to say I think I agree, the ppl one can help when they've been on both sides would be beyond number.

So good to feel healthy and free again, isn't it?!:flowerforyou:

jeardawg

I feel like such a spectator. I really have to say I read this thread last week. I should have said something last week when I first read it, I think about it often, every day in fact. I read your website, I keep it open on my laptop at home. Over the past week I have gone back to it to find inspiration almost every day. Its one of a couple things that have really helped me get right back on track after one of the worst summers I have ever experienced. You are such a fantastic writer, if you ever decided to change your vocation, really you should consider something that allows you to express your unique inner voice.

laurenrubin12

your strength is so inspiring. Just know it saving yourself you are really helping to save others as well. Very inspirational. Bravo x 100

dunnodunno

Wanted to bump so some of the newbies could see how inspiring this story is.

cruzita58

Keep up the great work!

salmat77

DAMN boy!!!!! ............................ that is all!!

Lwillis1234

WOW! WOW! This is the most inspiring story I have ever read!! You look amazing! Congrats on your weight loss!! AMAZING

dgraboski

Just WOW absolutely amazing! Your before and after pictures are incredible. I loved reading your story!

IamOnMywayNow

You freaking ROCK!!

AlysonG2

Unbelievable! Sadly, so many of us have to have an experience like this to finally make a change in our lives. Congrats!

JustMeee333

Wow, glad this got bumped up because I had yet to see this! This story should so be a "sticky". This is just awesome.
I love your style of writing, I almost felt like I was there with you that day.
You've done amazing, well done you. Congratulations.

I didn't scroll down to the photo's until I'd read everything, and the only word that came to mind was - "Wow". Amazing.

Itisworthit

Amazing writing and an even more amazing transformation; you should be so proud of yourself!

Congratulations and enjoy your new found 'freedom'!

pmur

Amazing! You look great.
You write so well, Im looking forward to your write up on how you achieved this incredible feat!

Crazy4Healthy

WOW!! Just simply wow!! What an amazing story and I agree with the others on how beautifully it was written. I found myself reading the entire thing, not just skipping to the pics. Gorgeous inside and out! Congratulations on an amazing journey.

Slippyslope

WOW - FANTASTIC!

gem192

You are an inspiration. And you look fantastic.

myfitnesslvl

Amazing! So inspiring and very well truethful ,

Unknown

Wow, it's incredible to see this thread still getting bumped. Thank you so much.

For the most recent picture, check out my profile picture. from 478 to 211. That picture is from New Years eve.