Okay, I'll give you my personal weight gain loss story.
I've always been very fit and into sport. I played rugby league semi-pro level, ran 70+ miles a week for as long as I can remember; did the Royal Marine Commando course at 17, was a PTI at 20 and never weighed much more than 11 Stone 7.
About 7 years ago my heart got sick Atrial Fibrilation. This meant that my RHR could be anything up to 230BPM sitting still and sometimes this could last for over 24 hours at a time. I had to restrict my exercise for the first two years I had it and do nothing at all for the last year. I was put on pills which made me lethargic, dizzy and even sleepy. I didn't change my diet (Apart from cutting out the booze) though, I was so bored I started eating stuff like chocolate and pork scratchings - stuff I'd never usually bother with.
So, imagine the consequences - I went from 11.7 to 17 stone plus in 18 months. The frightening this about this was I couldn't give a flying one. I'd always been a vain bastard in the past and liked the fact I looked liked I'd just walked from a 'Men's Health' cover shoot. But I had more urgent things to worry about and as they say in Heat Magazine "I'd really gone to pot belly land".
One day, my consultant cardiologist told me that she could fix me... and true to her word she did. Five months later I was still gaining weight - I'd lost the urge to exercise, could not be arsed, I'd much rather play a computer game or read the latest Rebus book than trouble my self getting breathless and sweating in a gym.
What had changed? Had I suddenly become lazy? I had I developed the greedy gene? Had my morality been compromised? Was I upsetting the finger pointers and guardians of the nations health consciousness by being fat and not giving a shite about the fact I was fat (I'd love to think I was!).
The problem was - I'd lost the habit of being fit, I'd left behind the motivation and I couldn't care less.
So, what changed to get me back into the fitness fold? Well, as my health improved and I came off the 'numb' pills my libido came back - with vengeance... and I found it was difficult to pull at 17 plus stone (Though not impossible). After a fruitless night in a Newcastle night spot I decided it was time to get to some sort of fitness.
Boy, was it tough at first! At 20 I could yomp 35 miles a day carrying 100lb worth of equipment - but nothing was as difficult for me as my first run at 17 stone. I was the fat man in the gym... lazy fat bastard who should get off his arse... I ate all the pies... I was wobbly bob the blob... I'd exercise wearing thick black hoody tops so nobody could see me wobble. I heard all the comments... saw all the disapproving looks... endured the sniggers... and the shouts from teenagers in cars.
And I nearly gave up - a dozen times or more... and I craved all the foods I never even thought about before I got fat. One day I thought 'Christ... if this is hard for me... what is it like for someone who has never exercised?'
Now, I'm at my target weight - I think... I've not weighed myself for months but the jeans still fit and last time I tried I pulled.
This is one of the reasons I don't use terms like lazy and greedy... because I wasn't and to be honest not many overweight people I know fall into those two categories so neatly... and If they do - I want to know why? How did they get to this place?
Sometimes I wish I was still overweight - so I could raise one fat middle finger to the moralisers and condemners and say 'This is me - fuck you'
Edited: 18/05/2010 at 11:52