I used to weigh 679 pounds. There was an extreme need for me to regain control of my life/health. After having gone through gastric bypass surgery, I lapsed into old habits once again. For more than 10 years I spiraled back down the rabbit hole of food addiction and/or lacking motivation to perform any sort of exercise.
How this all got started, this time:
Just another business trip to Israel, I thought. I was going to visit the headquarters of the company I worked for and have a good time with the folks I was traveling with. This was my initial thought process anyway. I knew that I was not able to keep-up with the majority of the walking that would be taking place while in Israel. This is the biggest reason that I have not seen anything other than Tel Aviv in the 2 times I've been to Israel. I'm in a land full of all this great, and not so great, history and I'm able to not see anything, but downtown Tel Aviv. I mean, Jerusalem is within a 1-2 hour car and/or bus ride, and I've still not been there.
Anyway, back to the life changing moment. Friends had decided to take a trip to Jaffa and stroll the market. Once this was done, I was to be made aware of where we would be having lunch and/or dinner. After several hours, this did not happen. I was beginning to get increasingly upset.
During some of this time, I was speaking to my wife on Facebook Messenger. By the middle of the conversation, I was sitting in my hotel room, alone, sobbing. I had once again come to the realization that my physical condition was preventing me from enjoying anything in life. AT that point, I resolved to not allow myself to remain in a physical condition that prevents me from joys in life. I returned from Tel Aviv about a week later, I would say. At that time, we had planned to go to Indiana for a visit with relatives. In late October, after returning from Tel Aviv and Indiana, we began to take measures to reduce my weight.
Since then, there has been no looking back. I spent roughly 2 months, just eating more healthy. On January 5th, I began going to the gym. I've not looked back since. Sure, I sometimes crave all of those things that helped me put on the pounds. I also don't completely deny myself. That results in more damage than good, at least in my opinion.
My 43rd birthday is on Saturday. I've shed 50 or more pounds since all of this started in October. There is no sign of me stopping at this juncture. I have even caught myself daydreaming about going to the gym. I am now, once again, a success story in the making.