Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Obesity and How I Lived It


Obesity – like climate change it is a plague sweeping over our nation. Why though? Why are we so prone to shoving copious amounts of food in our face holes to stay level headed or keep ourselves busy?! DOES ANYONE REALIZE YOU CAN LOSE LIMBS FROM DIABETES AND YOU GET DIABETES FROM BEING OVER-WEIGHT?!?! So, I wonder how it will look. As China invades in 2050 creating WW3 or 4; their army finds us bloated and already dead from choking on chicken bones and not being able to walk. That may be a little extreme, but I have personally experienced both sides of the fence.
Growing up, I was an overweight kid. I had extreme eating problems. I would eat and eat and eat. I would eat when I was watching tv and I would eat before bed. I guess this isn’t so far out of the ordinary, but I would eat and eat and eat. Every time I would eat, I would eat so fast that I would make sure I was full. If I felt empty again, I would start eating again. Talk about an eating problem right. Put it this way…I weighed about 250 pounds when I graduated high school, but in the same note, I weight 250 pounds in 8th grade as well. The difference was I started playing sports more in high school and I shot up 5 inches in height.
            While playing sports my diet never changed. I kept eating continuously. Eating more and more and more. I kept the weight off with sports. As soon as I graduated high school, I started playing college football. My daily diet consisted of about 5,000 calories. With morning lifting and running, the weight never affected me. I didn’t feel like I had an eating problem anymore. I worked hard and I kept working hard. This seemed to keep anyone from noticing my eating problem. I went to all you could eat wing nights at Buffalo Wild Wings and would put down 70-80 traditional wings at a time. I would go to McDonalds and eat 8 Big Macs at a time. All of my friends were just impressed.
        After transferring to Winona State from Moorhead State, I got a head injury from football and was unable to play. That didn’t keep me from eating though. I seemed to eat more because I wasn’t able to do anything physically. 250 pounds turned into 275 pounds and pretty soon I was 300 pounds. This all happened in a matter of months. This was my sophomore year of college. I decided to quit football and try focusing on my studies. If I weren’t able to focus, I would eat.
        I got a job at Fastenal Co., which entailed a lot of physical labor and work. I began to drop some of the weight and I began more self confident in myself, but not because I looked better, but because I was beginning to lose the weight. In December of 2011, I set out on a mission, I wanted to be as lite as I was when I was in 7th grade, 230 pounds. Months and months of determination and hard work started to pay off. I went from 285 pounds to 225 pounds in 5 months flat. I cut my weight down 60 pounds through healthy eating and controlling my calorie intake. I was only consuming about 1,200 calories a day for rapid weight loss.
            After a whole year, I am at 235 pounds and I can finally say I have a 6 pack. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would ever be able to say I had a 6 pack of abs. I never thought I would be able to take my shirt off and not have to worry if anyone thought I was fat. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would be happy with my self and love myself the way I do now. It is possible and I am capable of living a healthy life and not being overweight. So why can’t America?
            Why is it so hard for Americans to realize that every candy bar, every little treat they get their hands on isn’t necessary. We need to stand up for our right to go from FLAB to FAB. We don’t need to be unhappy and live in a pool of fat and lard. Everyone can be happy. Everyone can have the desire to control who they end up becoming. So why don’t we? Why don’t we get off of our fat asses and do something about our flabby mid sections? Who controls your destiny? Stand up and fight for your right to a 6 pack. For your right to be skinny; love who you are and love being loved.