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- Sep 22, 2021
Dude holy crap, all the best to you. You dropped 500lbs. Like holy shit, that’s a horse.Been a long time lurker around here, joined to get some support in the losses to trans thread and found alot of support that really helped me turn my sons around on a dark path, and decided today to check to see if there was a weight loss support thread.
After reading for some time I feel like perhaps even posting this is a mistake as alot of the struggles here are for weight loss goals I can acheive in a single BM. I dont even speak to my friends and family about my weight until only this last year, and even then, all i see is the quiet acceptance in their eyes that i am going to die young from my weight until I tell them about my journey. Fuck it, here goes.
The past is imma fat kid, and i mean... my doctors were convinced i had a hormone problem, By ten years old i was five six, over 100lbs and wearing 26 inch pants, by eleven i was 6 foot, over 150 and wearing 32 inch. When i turned 15 i was 6ft4, 475lbs and 50in waist.
just for record my waist includes my Gunt, i cannot wear pants with my gunt hanging over it as it is not only uncomfortable, but i already look like two boogies and dont want to go to 3
I tried diets, atkins, all the horseshit but only activity showed any stopping of the weight gain and gave me some loss. at 15 i started football and had the only few moments of pride at my physical performance, our hell week was 3 a days and watching all the assholes who snickered at me struggling to get into my pads not show up the next practice was the sweetest memories of my youth. I managed to get down to 375 and maintained after HS with a contracting job where I loved working with skinny poles my own age but due to learning from my general contractor father and working with him underage i knew how to keep up with these kids a third my weight and in several tasks i could outperform them.
It all ended when i fell from a ladder and destroyed my knees in the injury, for 15 years i bloviated, was on 80mg of percs for the pain just to work a shitty mcjob, but the activity kept my from blimping much above 500, then I decided to get away from my DR. and quite the opiods and get a desk job... all great success except my weight, it began to slowly rise.
when the pandemic hit and i was stuck at home, i ballooned, after a few months i told my wife my pants were getting tight and i needed new ones, a regular request once or twice a year.... and she told me.. the fat clothes shops didnt have any bigger ones.... i went to the dr to check my weight, and they sent me to a farm scale to discover i was less than a hundred lbs from winning records for fattest fat ass who can still hobble his fat around without motorized assistance. My weight was so high i never told anyone who wasnt the dr who found out, but here no one knows me, i was over 1000
I moved home not long after to care for elderly parents and began my work.... i have lost around 500lbs and am still a fat fuck.... i made so much ground but this last 6-9 months ive hit a plateu i cannot shake at all.
This is the first ive ever reached out for help, my families all fatties and they have always acted like this way we are is okay... but i have sons who are growing up and they are already starting to make the same mistakes, and it makes me hurt when i do it, but when they binge or make bad choices i pull off my shirt, tuck my pants to my ACTUAL waistline and i show them that making these descisions young leads to looking like me.
I guess i just hope that one day i can use my body to inspire them to make good changes and not terrify/gross them out to do so.
TLDR: stuck at 500lbs, the only thing thats effective is a sub 3k cal diet and constant excercise but its stopped working, any suggestions?
Good for you. The thing that helped kickstart my weight loss was 3 things.
1. Fasting (2 non consecutive days a week drinking only bone broth, 6 cups)
2. Cardio (30 minutes in the treadmill walking everyday, yes you can walk outside, but a treadmill keeps you on pace)
3. The cute office lady who would cheer me on.
As silly as number 3 is, my wife cheering me on was nice, but hearing it from someone else made me want to push harder. You definitely need a cheerleader, someone you are not family to, like a friend, or the cute gal at the donut shop.
Also, if your thyroid is busted, take thyroid meds. Your mood, energy, and metabolism will improve. And remember this is a marathon, not a race. Your body will get there.