I started at 245lbs “officially.” Before that I hit 265. I couldn’t walk up a flight of stairs and not lose my breath. I couldn’t ride theme park rides. I avoided going to public attractions with friends, and hid myself behind baggy, over-sized clothes.
My decision to lose weight was made due to personal reasons. Not to fit in, not to be “tiny.” I never wanted that. I want to be healthy.
I’m still a work in progress. I still have about 4-7% body fat I need to lose. I want to lose more weight, though not exactly a measured amount. I want to do more things I never dreamed of.
"Can’t" is no longer a part of my fitness vocabulary because I’ve proven I can. I can run, even if my lungs need practice. I can lift heavy weights, even if I have to work my way up. I can do crazy, amazing things that one year ago, I believed I couldn’t do.
CW: 168, 29% BF
GW: Happy/ Healthy