Years ago, I thought I was fat. But I was young and stupid. (^_^) One day I ended up actually fat and quite severely so. I was around 250lbs in 2009 and finally got fed up with being so heavy. I started walking, played with weights for an hour so in the morning, and watched my diet. Dropped around 70lbs in a year. Got serious about fitness in 2010 and haven't looked back since. Still struggle with diet (hence why I'm not goal weight already) but I'm improving every day.

I just love it. Go to the gym 6 days a week. Had a couple of older gentleman both make that classic "Oh, we're just torturing ourselves, aren't we?" comment and I responded "I love it" - with a smile. They left me to my step-ups then. (^_^) I do. I love the pain. I love the feeling of achievement. I love pushing my body to do better.