The story of the 19 stone kid [120kg or 266.0 pounds]
So here it is, my story. Now I decided to write this in hope that maybe it can help someone [even if its just one person] to turn their life around and know that its never to late. Even if I only inspire a small handful it will feel all worth while.
Growing up I wasn’t the most active of kids and I hated running. However, I did play basketball until the age of 16. Apart from that, my physical activities were next to zero. I started smoking at the tender age of 13, which then led to drinking and smoking weed at 14. Whether this was to do with my parents divorce or simply the company I kept is neither here nor there. However, at this time I was slightly chubby but still a respectable size. It wasn’t until I turned 16 and went to college that it all started to go downhill.
During my college years, my motivation for learning and sports dropped to a new low. I never attended class and spent my entire two years at the pub [bar] from 11:00am till 18:00-22:00. If I wasn’t there I’d be off somewhere smoking weed. Along with the copious amounts of beer I drunk, the mandatory fast food came quickly along with it [a steady daily diet of fried pub food, McDonalds and KFC]. During these two years, I soon ballooned from 15stones [95.25kg] to 19 stones [120kg]. The weight of course had managed to sneak itself on and I simply hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. Mentally I was depressed and fed up, using drink as a crutch to help forget just how sh*t I truly felt. However, like most of us who have been overweight, I’d convinced myself I was happy and my size really wasn’t an issue. Of course it did effect my life. I was now drinking to be ‘accepted’ [at least in my head, looking back] as I could out drink most people with ease, including adults so I’d always play up to this. Of course with the weight came low self confidence, which would also attribute to my behavior. Not only that but it destroyed any real chance I had of having much of a sex life, instead I usually ended playing the role of the ‘safe friend’. I mean, who wants to end up with the fat, smoking, drinking ginger bloke with no confidence? Welcome to my 17yr old thought process.
This began to change though shortly after I left college. I was at my uncles house attending a family wedding, when I decided to step on the scales. I was horrified to find 19 stones [120kg] staring back at me. We had no scales at home at the time, so I had no real idea of just how big I’d gotten. Looking back, you would think the stretch marks would have been some indication to me, but like all the other signs I’d simply chosen to ignore them. With this I dropped my weight down to 17stone over the course of a year, no real achievement really as I continued to drink and smoke as heavily as before, just taking a little more care of what I’d eat. Years went by like this, going through terrible relationships, being unhappy with myself and my weight going back and fourth between 16-17 stone. The sense of loneliness and depression that this can create for yourself is terrible, but like most people we just grin and bare it or feel we somehow deserve it. I was unhappy, and of course that fed the cycle of eating rubbish because I’m fat and being fat because I ate so much rubbish.
Of course, after such a length of time I’d settled into the idea of ‘this is just how my body is’, I’ll forever be the overweight one and almost accepted this role.
Years went by like this, however, in May 2012 something changed. There was no major change in my life, or a massive influence that drove me to take my health more seriously. I’d turned 27yrs old in January 2012 and I remembered a friend once told me that a man’s physical prime is between 28-32yrs old. For some reason, I was just watching TV one day and the reality of this statement hit me like a ton of bricks. How can I be in such poor shape for a man supposedly closing in on his ‘prime years’. The thought alone disgusted me. So gradually I changed my diet and the way I saw food. The drink and smoking was cut right down as well.
I remember going to buy a bike so I could ride to and from work [about 3-4miles at the time] to get in a little cardio. However, I didn’t have a lot of money and the bike store I went to wouldn’t sell me the cheaper bikes due to my weight… So I Jogged. I would jog the 3 ½ miles home from work almost every day. Lets not forget, I hated running with a passion but I knew I just had to make a change. Slowly the run became easier, I worked through the shin splints [they were terrible to say the least], the swollen knees and all the other ailments that came with it. As the weight gradually fell away I found myself enjoying each run more and more, until I began to extend the distances [up to 12miles on occasions]. I was hooked! In 4-5months I managed to fall from 17stone to 13.5 stone [or there about]. That’s a drop of 3.7 stone [23.5kg or 51.8lbs]. I’d never felt happier with myself. Of course with the exercise came the diet. The more I exercised the easier I found eating healthily, as fast food or junk just made me think of undoing all the hard work I’d expended through running that day. Along with my new found love of dieting and exercise came a desire to learn [unlike ever before, as I said, I was never much of an academic] so I also hit the books hard, learning muscles, how to train, how to eat, workout regimes, theories, nutrition etc.
Unfortunately late last year I hit a bad spell. I’d started to move into weight training where I injured both my shoulder and back. On top of that, me and my partner had a stressful house move along with losing our un-born baby daughter [still-birth]. With all of these things happening at once, just weeks before Christmas as well, old habits soon snuck back in. The diet didn’t change too drastically, but I was eating more junk again as well as not training. Of course the drink managed to find its ugly way in there again. We have a 3yr old son, so I wasn’t drunk 24/7, in fact I was very rarely drunk at all, although I found that I was drinking 2-4 beers EVERY night, back to my old emotional crutch again. Thankfully this time I’d learned from my past mistakes and accomplishments. Mid February 2013 I stepped on the scales and found 14.4 stones glaring back at me. However, this time I took notice, so late February [the 25th I believe] I dusted off the old running shoes.
Thanks to this site, the support of those around me and an iron determination like never before, I’m well on the way to the best shape of my life! I’ve already shed a lot of the excess weight and my fitness levels are almost back to where they were. Along with with my rejuvenated sense of diet and exercise also came my desire to learn again. I’m now getting through a few books a week and holding on to each new piece of information for dear life. This is continually fuelled by my desire to become a Personal trainer so I can help others who are/were like me. [I’m currently studying so I can take the course to be fully qualified, although I’ve been told I’d walk through the exam knowing what I know…a true compliment indeed and one I’m very proud of, especially since I’m completely self taught]
So I’d like to take a moment to thank you all, from the authors to the readers, as well as my loving wife and son who allow me to pursue my dream. Reading your posts and seeing your own improvements continually inspires me to improve and push myself harder than ever before, plus I love the competition!
Finally, please remember that you’re never to old or too big to make a change in your life! This is the main reason I want to make this fitness section a success, to provide you with a support system that I never had. I’m a full time father, the house chef, I work long hours and I was heavily overweight, unfit & unmotivated, so just know that if I can do it, there’s nothing stopping you! The hardest part is simply starting.