CChc95
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Hi there everyone!
I'm Charles and I've hit one true bloody big road block in trying to achieve my weight loss goals, there was a time when I had what I once envisioned was my perfect body, sadly not any more, it's been quite a rollercoaster actually!
I have a kind of lengthy story to my previous weight loss, so I'll try not to digress too much.
I've always been an overweight kid, ever since the age of around 6 when my mum recieved some extremely poor nutrition advise from a health care visitor. I was bullied throughout primary school from start to finish, and had more than the occasional dig taken at me in secondary school as well. My weight always steadily increased with my age, but skip ahead to 2013 when I lost my job, and my Grandma. I already had a bit of an alcohol problem prior to these events (it's why I got fired in fact!) but this propelled me to go on and spend almost £3'000 on nights out, takeaways, and drinking alone at home in the space of 10 months. My weight sky rocketed.
Skip ahead to October 2013 when the fair came to town and all of my friends were egging me on to get on a ride called freakout. I reluctantly agreed (I don't like rides or heights) but as the harness was coming down, it jammed. One attendant comes over and begins to push it before asking a second attendant for further help. I now have two rather stocky blokes smashing a harness into me as hard as they could, I thought my ribs were going to crack, and as much as I didn't want to be on the ride in the first place I knew what would happen if they didn't succeed. Tears in my eyes from the pain alone, I was praying they would get it shut. They suddenly stop and cue to the guy at the controls to release the harnesses. I was told that I was too fat to be allowed on the ride...
There I was. Stood there. Upwards of 100 people looking on. Noticing some smirks and snide comments I quickly dart off the ride, get my refund and make a beeline for a burger stand. After this I stopped by the pub on my way home and drank 8 pints as if they were water before stumbling back home. I barely left my house for a month, slowly working my way through a stash of alcohol I had from birthdays and christmasses, and I ordered a takeaway at least every other night, if not every night. I just couldn't bare to go outside anymore. I felt utterly humilated and disgusting.
I don't want this to get too morbid now so I won't divulge details but long story short: one night I'd had enough. Enough of me. Enough of wanting to be around. I woke up the following morning, quite disheartened when it finally sank in that this problem wasn't just going to go away and that it was now do or die time. I took off my shirt and stood on the scales to see a whopping 19stone 10lbs, the heaviest I've ever been in my life. It was at this point I took a photo and said to myself that I was going to fix this, in any way possible. I remember posting my first picture that night of me dripping with sweat after my first workout. I think it got 2 likes on facebook and a snide comment about how I'll never keep it up. I joined a local weight loss program and committed myself religiously to calorie counting. Fast forward six months and I'm 7 stone lighter, loving life and I attracted the attention of companies, newspapers, and online bloggers (if you googled me you'd probably still find most of it).
I kept pushing and pushing myself further and further, to the point of starving myself nutritionally just to remain within my calorie deficit. Pushing harder at the gym, almost doubling my strength in the time I spent there. And then I crashed and burned. I just couldn't keep it up. Paying for the gym was the first roadblock. I downgraded to swimming (which was cheaper, and actually worked better) but had to give that up as I had a new ear infection every week which doctors told me could begin to affect my hearing if it got worse thanks to murky public pools (yuck!). I saw my all time low adult weight of 12stone 7lbs gradually increasing and I kept lying to myself saying that it's muscle gaining the weight.
Fast forward again to May 2016, I passed my driving test. Yep, you guessed it! Walking, running, cycling, pretty much any good excercise was pushed aside at the excitement of taking my new toy for a spin. Fast forward one last time to September 2016 when I moved away to university. I can vouch first hand how much more affordable it is to eat absolute crap! I won't lie, I didn't deal well with moving away from home. I've never felt so isolated and lost in my life and once again I turned back to the drink and takeaways (albeit at a much lesser level than earlier in my life). Since the new year I've cut down a lot more, but my weight continues to rise and rise (currently as of today I'm weighing in at 15stone 10lbs).
So I guess I've accepted that I've truly messed up my body, sadly, by being too passionate and not really knowing what I'm doing. Just knowing that I wanted to look better and better. I personally think I look more disgusting now than I did at almost 20stone because of the stretch marks and wear and tear on my body from many years now of rapid weight gain and weight loss.
I've kicked into a new diet today that consists mostly of vegetables, quorn proteins, and before each meal eating 1/4 of a grapefruit and drinking a green tea with one teaspoon of cyder vinegar. It. Is. Revolting. But I'm willing to try anything to look like I once did, but this time without messing up my body for life. I want to fix this while I'm still young (I'm 22 in case anyone was wondering) so I'm hoping someone out there has some advice and I'm hoping that by posting here on this forum that I'll be motivated by others, motivate myself, and hopefully even motivate others in similar situations.
I had a skim of the rules but I wasn't sure what the forum's policy on pictures was, whether or not we can share topless photos (or any photos of ourselves that aren't our avatars) so for now there's no photos in this post but I've plenty to share if people wanted to see the amazing difference I once made in my life. I have a folder full of interesting stuff I can share so moderators, let me know!
TL;DR: I used to be REALLY fat, got unfat, now I'm fat again so here I am!
Thanks guys, speak soon, much love!
I'm Charles and I've hit one true bloody big road block in trying to achieve my weight loss goals, there was a time when I had what I once envisioned was my perfect body, sadly not any more, it's been quite a rollercoaster actually!
I have a kind of lengthy story to my previous weight loss, so I'll try not to digress too much.
I've always been an overweight kid, ever since the age of around 6 when my mum recieved some extremely poor nutrition advise from a health care visitor. I was bullied throughout primary school from start to finish, and had more than the occasional dig taken at me in secondary school as well. My weight always steadily increased with my age, but skip ahead to 2013 when I lost my job, and my Grandma. I already had a bit of an alcohol problem prior to these events (it's why I got fired in fact!) but this propelled me to go on and spend almost £3'000 on nights out, takeaways, and drinking alone at home in the space of 10 months. My weight sky rocketed.
Skip ahead to October 2013 when the fair came to town and all of my friends were egging me on to get on a ride called freakout. I reluctantly agreed (I don't like rides or heights) but as the harness was coming down, it jammed. One attendant comes over and begins to push it before asking a second attendant for further help. I now have two rather stocky blokes smashing a harness into me as hard as they could, I thought my ribs were going to crack, and as much as I didn't want to be on the ride in the first place I knew what would happen if they didn't succeed. Tears in my eyes from the pain alone, I was praying they would get it shut. They suddenly stop and cue to the guy at the controls to release the harnesses. I was told that I was too fat to be allowed on the ride...
There I was. Stood there. Upwards of 100 people looking on. Noticing some smirks and snide comments I quickly dart off the ride, get my refund and make a beeline for a burger stand. After this I stopped by the pub on my way home and drank 8 pints as if they were water before stumbling back home. I barely left my house for a month, slowly working my way through a stash of alcohol I had from birthdays and christmasses, and I ordered a takeaway at least every other night, if not every night. I just couldn't bare to go outside anymore. I felt utterly humilated and disgusting.
I don't want this to get too morbid now so I won't divulge details but long story short: one night I'd had enough. Enough of me. Enough of wanting to be around. I woke up the following morning, quite disheartened when it finally sank in that this problem wasn't just going to go away and that it was now do or die time. I took off my shirt and stood on the scales to see a whopping 19stone 10lbs, the heaviest I've ever been in my life. It was at this point I took a photo and said to myself that I was going to fix this, in any way possible. I remember posting my first picture that night of me dripping with sweat after my first workout. I think it got 2 likes on facebook and a snide comment about how I'll never keep it up. I joined a local weight loss program and committed myself religiously to calorie counting. Fast forward six months and I'm 7 stone lighter, loving life and I attracted the attention of companies, newspapers, and online bloggers (if you googled me you'd probably still find most of it).
I kept pushing and pushing myself further and further, to the point of starving myself nutritionally just to remain within my calorie deficit. Pushing harder at the gym, almost doubling my strength in the time I spent there. And then I crashed and burned. I just couldn't keep it up. Paying for the gym was the first roadblock. I downgraded to swimming (which was cheaper, and actually worked better) but had to give that up as I had a new ear infection every week which doctors told me could begin to affect my hearing if it got worse thanks to murky public pools (yuck!). I saw my all time low adult weight of 12stone 7lbs gradually increasing and I kept lying to myself saying that it's muscle gaining the weight.
Fast forward again to May 2016, I passed my driving test. Yep, you guessed it! Walking, running, cycling, pretty much any good excercise was pushed aside at the excitement of taking my new toy for a spin. Fast forward one last time to September 2016 when I moved away to university. I can vouch first hand how much more affordable it is to eat absolute crap! I won't lie, I didn't deal well with moving away from home. I've never felt so isolated and lost in my life and once again I turned back to the drink and takeaways (albeit at a much lesser level than earlier in my life). Since the new year I've cut down a lot more, but my weight continues to rise and rise (currently as of today I'm weighing in at 15stone 10lbs).
So I guess I've accepted that I've truly messed up my body, sadly, by being too passionate and not really knowing what I'm doing. Just knowing that I wanted to look better and better. I personally think I look more disgusting now than I did at almost 20stone because of the stretch marks and wear and tear on my body from many years now of rapid weight gain and weight loss.
I've kicked into a new diet today that consists mostly of vegetables, quorn proteins, and before each meal eating 1/4 of a grapefruit and drinking a green tea with one teaspoon of cyder vinegar. It. Is. Revolting. But I'm willing to try anything to look like I once did, but this time without messing up my body for life. I want to fix this while I'm still young (I'm 22 in case anyone was wondering) so I'm hoping someone out there has some advice and I'm hoping that by posting here on this forum that I'll be motivated by others, motivate myself, and hopefully even motivate others in similar situations.
I had a skim of the rules but I wasn't sure what the forum's policy on pictures was, whether or not we can share topless photos (or any photos of ourselves that aren't our avatars) so for now there's no photos in this post but I've plenty to share if people wanted to see the amazing difference I once made in my life. I have a folder full of interesting stuff I can share so moderators, let me know!
TL;DR: I used to be REALLY fat, got unfat, now I'm fat again so here I am!
Thanks guys, speak soon, much love!
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