It’s a shocking number to me. 309 pounds.
If you told me when I was 20 years old that one day I would weigh 309 pounds, I would certainly have dismissed the idea with total confidence. I was overweight at that time in my life, but not obese, and I didn’t see myself as “one of those people.” Plenty of people carry some extra weight, but obesity… well, that’s a whole other thing. Those people are gluttons, or weak-willed, or something. I mean, how do you let yourself get to that point? Surely you can see that there’s a problem, and if you don’t do something about it, then it must be a kind of willful sabotage, right?
But here I am. 309 pounds. How did it get to this? What on earth happens, that a person lets themselves get this heavy, this unhealthy?
I’m sort of at a loss to even write about it. Has this happened in your life? Is it weird for you to think about?