So you have come here for one reason or another and now you want to know what this site is all about. It is about FAT. 400+ Pounds of it. This is my story. I am a 33 year old white male in a committed relationship and the father of an awesome 5 year old little boy who I am tired of watching grow up without a dad that can do things with him. I work out of my home as a computer programmer, so I am not an extremely active person since I can wake up and go downstairs to be at work. I have been overweight for as long as I can remember. I remember weighing 92 pounds in second grade and just adding to that since.

I have tried a few times throughout my life to lose weight, but never with any real effort or commitment. Somewhere around June of 2005 I decided that I was going to finally start losing weight and doing it right. I got myself motivated, formatted a plan of attack, found a scale that I could use in my home to weigh my fat ass (not an easy thing to find) and started on my journey. For the next two months, things were going well. I was eating better, going for walks with my family and losing weight. About 30 pounds to be exact.

Then something unexpected happened. My girlfriend fell and broke her ankle. It was a nasty break that required a screw through her ankle and more than four months of nothing but bed rest for her. This put an end to the family walks and also put me in charge of everything, including shopping for the food and cooking the food. Needless to say, there were a lot of nights during this time that we didn’t eat the best possible meals. I no longer had the time or energy I needed to devote to trying to change a lifestyle that I have lived for more than 30 years.

So, here we are a year later. Everything is back to pretty much the way it was in June of 2005. My girlfriend healed very well and is back to running circles around us all and I not only gained back the 30 pounds I lost.. but packed on another 30 so it wouldn’t feel lonely. BUT, In that time, I found something that I was lacking the first time around as well as every other time I tried to lose weight. I found true motivation. When I dropped that 30 pounds, it was the best I had ever done. I was happy, feeling better and actually enjoying the walks we were taking (I hate walking). During the year that followed, I noticed as I overate, I wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel very good. The more I ate, the worse I felt. Yet, for some reason I kept eating. I still don’t truly know why. But, I do know that I have finally come to a point where I don’t want to do that anymore and knowing how I felt when I lost some weight the first time has given me more drive than ever before to do it and do it right! So with that said, I am starting my journey again and with a good bit of effort and commitment on my part hopefully I will not have to be at this point ever again.