I've only read the first couple of pages so far, but reading everyone's stories and seeing the before/after pics is really inspiring. Great work, everyone.
Today, I've reached a decision. I am done with being fat. After spending years trying to convince myself I'm happy the way I am, it's time to face facts. I've come to understand that my weight issues are 50% due to various psychological and emotional issues I don't really want to get into right now, and the other 50% due to me being a greedy bastard. Like, my relationship with food is so intertwined with my emotions that it's hard to see how I can break free from it. My default response to everything seems to be food. If I'm upset? I eat. Angry, I eat. Happy, I eat. You get the picture. I've been at various stages of overweight and obese since my mid teens, and I'm sick of it. I don't want to feel like this for the rest of my life. I recently turned 30, which is known in some circles as The Gay Death. Well, try being gay, 30 AND bordering on obese. Let's just say I'm not exactly fighting guys off with a stick.
The thing is, one of my best female friends has recently lost a large amount of weight, and while I'm overjoyed for her, I'm having to admit to myself that I'm also jealous of her success. Obviously I need to channel those feelings into motivation. I HATE all forms of exercise, with the sole exceptions of swimming (though I'm too self-conscious to use a public pool) and walking. Still, I have a cross-trainer I bought from a friend several months ago, a gym less than two minutes away from my house, and I'm fortunate enough to live in close proximity to several sprawling parks. I have no excuse.
(Jesus Christ, I'm just now noticing how many instances of "I", "I'm" and "me" there are in my post. I swear I'm not that self-absorbed, guys.)
