What was my wake up call? A series of them, actually. Late April of 2011 (last year, wow) I weighed 273 pounds. I was 5'8 and 22. I had just come off the worst semester of college ever, was depressed, and we had a family picture made. I looked like a freakin white whale. I was so embarrassed ... but I coped as I always coped: food. I ate. I drank sweet drinks. I ate some more.
May and June I continued to get bigger. I don't know how much, I didn't step on the scale, but the clothes I was in during that picture in April were really tight by late June. In early July I moved in with a friend who had been preaching Primal since October 2010. She had lost over 40 pounds, went from 155 to 115, felt great, looked amazing, and said it worked. I didn't really believe her until I saw it in person.
I saw it in person for three weeks. It worked on me, slowly. I ate the way she ate (for she cooked and bought the food) so I lost some weight. I didn't really notice, but it was there. Then her niece showed up. She was hot. I liked her from sight one and she spent the weekend with us.
I didn't register on her radar. I tried everything I could, even engaged her in the forbidden topics of Religion and Politics to try and get something ... nope. Nothing.
I went for a long two hour walk down a busy highway, pissed beyond belief. It was hot but I was mad as fire. When I got back, I had come to grips with it ... I was a fat, unattractive slob. I needed to do something now or be forever this way.
It had hit the point where I would either get better or get much worse.
I chose to make a go at better. My friend gave me every bit of advice, every bit of help she could. I started this at 266, began posting my weekly progress in a note on Facebook for accountability, and I set a goal to be down to 206lbs by my birthday (10/13). I didn't make that goal (I lost 47lbs by then) but I had found something that worked and I was growing smaller by the day.
I got sick, ended up in the hospital at the beginning of November. Gained some weight back, battled over the holidays to chip it off, and by the time early January came around I was at 199 and in size 32 jeans. I was the smallest I had been in seven years.
I kept going, kept hitting weight loss goals, and by the end of June this year I was 140. That's where I've been since. I've focused on strength training and building muscle and I still am slimming down, much slower, but still slimming down. I was in size 30 jeans at the end of June, I'm in size 28 now. I could fit into a small t-shirt all right at the end of June, now small t-shirts are bigish on me. I buy clothes sized for teenage boys, so desperate for something that fits and doesn't hang off me.
I can do pull-ups and chin ups with ease. At the end of June I could barely do one pullup and five chinups.
Primal has given me the confidence to learn how to cook. It has given me the confidence to say no to horrible food. It has allowed me to be the thinnest adult in my family (an honor no one would have predicted I'd ever earn). People mistaken me for 15-16 routinely. I'm 24 now.
I eat right, I keep the weight off, I sleep better than ever before, and I have more energy than I know what to do with. I feel like this is what I should have felt when I WAS 15-16 but I never felt that then.
Primal works and I will do it for as long as I live. I will never go back.