One evening, while working late at my very sedentary job, which I loved and I moved my arm to my side and felt a fat roll that wasn't there before. I had noticed the enlargement of my tire a few weeks prior, but ignored it because that just couldn't be true, it must be the way I'm sitting/standing/laying. But that November evening there was no ignoring the fact that I was getting fatter. I shut down my computer and headed straight to the gym by my job. I didn't bother with the tour all I could think was I NEED to do something about this.
No one said anything about my weight gain, but again, I had noticed parts of me were bigger and clothes were tighter. I was shocked when I went to the doctor's in and found out that my weight was (I can't believe I'm going to tell you this) 265. I think my heaviest was 25x and here I was about to turn 30 with bad eating, drinking and partying habits.
I made some small changes and tired to get to the gym 3-5 days a week and possibly made it about 2 times a week. I had a follow up appointment and I had lost a whopping 3 pounds in a month. I let that discourage me and I ate my feelings as I had so many times before. And I kind of gave up on myself for a while...again.