My Story

About 6 years ago I came to visit my parents for the summer holidays. I had been a teacher for about 2 years. I had decided that I needed to loose the weight in a bad way. My joints were starting to ache. I couldn’t walk across the room without sitting down. As soon as I would sit down, I would nod off to sleep. To top it all off, I was sent to the emergency room with heart palpitations that lasted 9 hours, which scared the hell out of me. I decided to weigh myself and I tipped the scale at 306 lbs. That’s a lot of weight, especially for a shorter guy like me.  


So I went to work on myself. It took me 4 years to reach the weight of 175 lbs. I’ve been trying to maintain it for about 4 years now. Slowly, I’ve been inching back up. I’m now at 198 lbs and I’m terrified I’m loosing the battle. I even decided to study to become a personal trainer, which I did. I posted my certificate on the fridge to remind me and to keep me from overeating. What I find the hardest is to be around friends and family who constantly eat around me.


Being of a French Canadian background, you’re expected to eat when you go visit friends or family. If you don’t, it’s considered an insult. I keep trying to tell them I am powerless over food. When I start to binge I can’t stop. But they can’t see that. They think I’m over reacting. I know that they think “Hey you’re skinny now (well skinnier) so you should enjoy yourself. You won’t get fat by over eating for one day” They don’t understand that one day leads to 2 days which leads to a week. Then I’m done.


I’m at a loss. I don’t want to loose my friends and family but I feel I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place.  

kretos43 kretos43
36-40, M
1 Response Feb 15, 2010

I think you may be right squigglefish. I have been thinking about that