So why are you fat??

Onesnap - Yes it is. Best show of all time.

Morgan - That's because you and I are family and we didn't know it.

Food is delicious and exercise is hard work. Gluttony and sloth, two of my favorite sins.

Oh who am I kidding. "I'm a fan of all seven."

^^^^ Could have written this myself^^^^

HA! i love this

Emotional eater. Learning to deal with my emotions is tough. I would rather just eat ice cream.

University. No money for healthy food and ALOT of alcohol.

I think we're all being a bit hard on ourselves when we say we're just lazy and we love food?

I truly think that the processing of food, over the past 30 years, has contributed to MY personal addiction to food. I never really got in to fast food, but I did work in chain restaurants for many years, and eating that processed crap constantly did not help.

Just like with other substances, a person who is addicted can stop taking that substance in to their body, but unless they treat the reasons they're seeking it, the obsession for the substance does not magically disappear.

How many times did I look at someone who was, say, 200 lbs overweight, and think, "How did they ever let it get that far?" I may think that now, but I have an empathy I didn't have before.

Lol, sorry to get all 'heavy man'.

Infertlity treatments and drugs. MAJOR feet/ankle surgeries every 2-5 years since I was 18 and have limited use of my feet and ankles. Being bed bound or on crutches for months at a time. Has not helped. ANd genetics also plays a part in all this.

My ex fiance always fed me BK or McD's knowing I hated eating them, and I worked at a desk job with little time to exercise

what do you mean he fed you? were you his child or his fiance?

i could give you the psycological reasons of depression and suicidal tendancies and addictive personality. i could explain about eating my feelings and quitting drugs and drinking so that the only addictions left were cigs and food. i could tell you that my shrink breaks it down to me still trying to kill myself, just slowly so that my higher brain doesn't realize it.

but it really boils down to me not being willing to change. not thinking that i was worth change. and being to friggin lazy to try. trying and failing was harder - for me then - than not trying at all.

oh, and mac and cheese. that shiznit is too good in the mouth and no good in the body.

but i'm changing that. as my lil ticker down there will show you.

I think we're all being a bit hard on ourselves when we say we're just lazy and we love food?

I truly think that the processing of food, over the past 30 years, has contributed to MY personal addiction to food. I never really got in to fast food, but I did work in chain restaurants for many years, and eating that processed crap constantly did not help.

Just like with other substances, a person who is addicted can stop taking that substance in to their body, but unless they treat the reasons they're seeking it, the obsession for the substance does not magically disappear.

How many times did I look at someone who was, say, 200 lbs overweight, and think, "How did they ever let it get that far?" I may think that now, but I have an empathy I didn't have before.

Lol, sorry to get all 'heavy man'.

I wasn't being hard on myself. I was taught from day 1 about healthy eating, my mother is EXTREMELY healthy and has never been overweight. She is now a vegan. I have no excuse for my eating habits.

Dude, that sound EXACTLY like my story, but I think the slowing metabolism of aging helped. I was about 175 (31-32" pant size, 15 1/2 neck, 39 sports coat) until I hit 40 then it seemed like I'd add about 5 lbs per year until 47 when I got married, so I was 210 (34" pant, 16" shirt, 42 jacket) @ the wedding. Then came the kid @ 48 and it's like 15 lbs./yr until I hit 247. When I was stretching my 40" waist pants and 17" shirt and need a 48 jacket...that was enough.

Been on plan for 17 days and lost 12 lbs. so far. Hoping to get back to 190 or so...and fit back into my 34" pants that've been hanging around aimlessly in my closet.