I'm reliably told that admitting to an addiction is half the battle when trying to overcome it. I don't recall admitting to myself that I was addicted to food but in hindsight, I was and potentially still am!
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| My fighting weight (24+ st) |
Building up to a whopping (or whopper) 24 stone takes some time (& effort); it's something I had been working at for the best part of 30 years. Because it was gradual I never really stopped and thought about it, I just took it for granted I need to buy bigger clothes each year. It never dawned on me that a 44 inch waste was anything other than normal, although of course I knew my friends weren't that large.
It was early January 2011 and David Brunner (a colleague) was setting up the post Christmas "Biggest Loser" competition at work. Everybody seemed to be signing up and being quite competitive, I thought I'd have a go. The rules were quite simple, 3 months to lose as much weight as possible, entry fee $20 per person and the biggest percentage loser takes the pot, simples!
Weigh in day came around pretty quickly and standing on the scales in David's office and watching him write 324 lbs on the whiteboard next to my name disgusted me! How could I have got to this size? Something had to change in my life - it was hearing that number and seeing it in comparison to my colleagues that really shook me.
