A Little Back Story
Childhood...
During the early years of my life, my father and I worked on lawn mowers. We were known for this trade, and people would drive miles to get us to do this. At the age of 12, my dad had a heart attack, I was issued a hardship license, and we moved from Powderly, Texas to Paris, Texas (closer to the hospital), and my dad told me, "I will live to see you 18th birthday but not your 19th". You guessed it, I was, and still am a daddy's boy!
Due to the move I switched schools, which brought on a lot of things, mainly bullying, new friends (which I am married to my friend from back in those days - not everything was bad! 😍 ), and the fear of my dads impending death. I was bullied because I never went to school clean, as we worked on lawn mowers in the morning before school and in the evening after school. I was blatantly asked if I ever took a shower, mind you this is in the 3rd grade, by a teacher. Hind sight shows me that due to all of the circumstances this is where my life long journey of overeating, obesity, and recklessness of my health began. This was even more impacted by being taken to the counselors office during 6th grade because I smelled, though it wasnt me, it was my shoes, as we were poor. Mind you this is the same school, that the janitors pulled me out of class, 6th grade math, to fix their lawn mowers for them. Then they took me home so I could shower and put on clean clothes. So further I dwindled into my pit that I had created by letting outside sources influence my thoughts of myself, and how I cared for myself.
By the time I started high school, I was known as the kid who never bathed, which I did every night before bed, and known as the fat kid, the one that no one sit with at lunch, or wanted to sit near in class. Who could blame them? While I bathed every night, I also got up every morning and worked on lawn mowers before going to school (after I was dressed for school), and again after school. During this time, my dads health was declining, and I decided to drop out of high school and get my GED. I did so, without prep classes, I went the next week and passed my GED test, and then proceeded to get a job to help support my parents, and still be able to work on lawn mowers. Throughout all of the above, I steadily gained weight, steadily ate what I wanted and rarely didnt go back for 2nds or 3rds on meals. By the time I was 18 years old I was 315 pounds and miserable.
Fast-Forward... 500 POUNDS!!!!!!
Today, I care about myself! I love myself! I am married with 2 children who are my step children, that are teeenagers. I have an occupation that I love, with people who I care about and they care about me. With that being said, I am, today, 494 pounds. My feet hurt, my knees hurt, my back hurts, and my shoulders hurt. If I lay my arm above shoulder high (like on the back of the couch) it goes numb. I have problems with "bumps" that are just filled with puss and blood, and raw places from sweating. My wife has to put on my socks and shoes for me, and clip my toe nails. I cant live an active lifestyle with my family, as I cant walk very far, or do very much. Getting in the floor to fix something is a great task. I cannot squat on to my knees. I cannot do a drastic number of things that a man my age should be able to do, but I have done it to myself...
Future... 250 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I pray that my story will not only help someone else, but that it gives my inspiration to fight this addiction, and that various followers (if I can get any) helps to drive me to complete my goal of 250 pounds. I know that unless this happens, unless I lose the weight, unless I find the strength and determination, I know I will die soon! I can feel my body giving up and giving out. I have a family depending on me!
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