I was sixteen and two hundred and twenty pounds.
I was an athlete but ate enough for a family of four.
I thought of shopping as a nightmare.
I couldn’t fit into anything.
I was stared at.
I hated myself.
I was overweight.
I made the change.
I had a routine physical needed for school.
The doctor came in and said I was on my way to Diabetes and a hard life.
I knew I was fat.
I had always been fat and it was something my peers wouldn’t let me forget.
My doctor told me it was time for a,
“Lifestyle Change”
I asked my doctor how to change my life.
With her help, I walked out of my doctor’s office determined.
I was not going to be another fat statistic.
I started to eat healthy food.
I got a gym membership.
And I started.
20 pounds.
40 pounds.
60 pounds.
80 pounds.
It took me almost two years but I have lost a total of eighty pounds.
With each pound that shed I could continue to breath.
Being obese isn’t something I was ever happy about
But working so hard for something has made me into the person I am today.
I was a statistic.
Was.