Half The Man I Use To Be!!!! Next stop 300 lbs. Lost!!!

This brought me to tears! I am so happy for you! One of my best friends and co-workers is well over 400lbs. I care about him so much and it hurts me to think about how he feels about himself. He also has torn up his knee and has to wear a permanate brace on his right knee. Unfortunately this limits him in our job (we have the same position) to sitting in a chair 90% of the time. Which of course means less exercise. Everyday he drinks 3-5 20oz cokes and a large starbucks. He eats fast food everyday for lunch. I have never "preached" to him about his choices but he knows I support his efforts to lose weight. There is just always an excuse as to why he doesn't try. I never ask I always let him bring it up because I want him to know I accept him how he is. But watching him slowly kill himself is very painful. He definaltly has social issues that he laughs off. Usually when someone asks him what his weekend plans are he makes a joke about drinking too much whisky and playing video games without leaving his room.
I just was wondering if you have any suggestions to those of us out there who have loved ones that are in the same/similar place to where you began?

This is the part that I am finding hard to deal with as well. I too have family members and a few friends that I am watching go down the same path that I was taking. This may sound insane but there is such a small difference between 300lbs. and 500 lbs. In 2007 I had to quick my job that I loved because I could no longer preform my job. A coworker and close friend had been covering for me the last year I was there and I felt so guilty doing that to him. He swore it was ok but I just couldn't live with it so I resigned. I went home and really never left the house again for the next couple years... I sat in the house day after day and played video games. (I am an original Atari generation kid, so yes I am still a gamer lol) Sometimes around the clock marathons. When my wife left for work I would go to the Pizza shop and pick up a couple 21" pizza's, eat my fair share and put the rest in tupperware and hide it in the living room closet, along with boxes of little debbies snack cakes and when my wife went to bed, I would stay up playing video games and would eat pizza and snacks cakes til I was literally stuffed. This would happen 2-3 times a week the last year or so before my aha moment. In those months that I was home, I put well over 150 lbs. on. Sorry got off topic a bit, The sad part is there really is nothing you can do for him other than be there for them. Until that person decides for himself/herself that they need help, you are fighting a losing battle. My family tried for the better half of a decade to convince me I had to change but every time they tried I pretty much told them to F*&^%$ OFF, they had the problem I didn't... It wasn't until they had finally given up and had resided to the fact I was just going to eat myself to death that I realized that I was alone. Before even though I didn't want the interventions, I atleast knew that they was still there. But when they moved on with their lives. I felt secluded and alone and that was the begin of the end for me. I had to make a decision because at that time it felt like the walls was closing in on me and there was no hope. So I sat in this chair in May of 2009 wrestling my demons, trying to decide whether to get busy living or get busy dying. On that 3rd day I choose Life and it was at that moment I admitted that I had the problem. Luckily my Family was still there waiting for me to make that choice and they came back to support me... So in my life experience, if you care about that person you need to be there for them when they are ready to make that change and be supportive along that process. I can tell you there is no way I would have been able to do this without the love and support of my family and friends, it means so much to have people in your corner. I was scared to death to post my story and actually sat here for 3 days with my mouse on the post button terrified at the thought of putting my story out there. I literally felt like throwing up when I finally click post. But since I am totally SHOCK and Humbled by all of your kind words and support.. I have sat here over the last 24 hours with tears in my eyes reading your comments... Thank you so much... I have come along way but I know my battle is far from being over and I will be fighting demons for the rest of my life. I pass that same pizza shop everyday I drive to the YMCA for my 2 daily workouts. I never told my wife (and she never even knew) til just a few months ago that I was hiding food. There is constant reminders of my old life, fast food joints, vending machines, pizza shops and they test me every single day. But all I have to do is think about 28 months ago and not being able to walk from room to room, being trapped in this house, etc, etc.... and I immediately refocus on what is important in my life and that part of my life is exactly where it is going to stay. IN THE PAST!! Sorry so long again.... I don't know when to stop I guess. lol......