I’ve tracked everything I’ve eaten, every day, for the past 8 weeks. I’m 6’3” and weigh 217. I also know all the measurements for my chest, belly, arms, and legs, but that’s a story for another day.
I’ve been fat. I think about 330lbs, but I was too ashamed to get on a scale. When I decided to do something about it, I started running (well, walking, then jogging, then running). I ate better, but I honestly have no idea exactly what I ate. I remember trying a couple of quick-fix diets which made me way too hungry, so I just stuck to eating better and running more. Over the years, I started playing basketball and lifting weights. All this exercise worked and I made my way down to the 230lbs. I felt great, then I broke my wrist.
A broken wrist was a big setback. I turned to food for comfort for a few months and put on a good 20lbs or so. Clothes were getting tight and I was pretty ticked with myself. My wrist cast came off, so it was time to get back to work. It was slow going. Weak wrists and arms di