People who have met me over the last few years may not realize that, when I was in my mid 20s, I looked like a completely different person. My obesity story begins this way: at a height of 6 feet and weight hovering around 265 pounds, I had a Body Mass Index (BMI) of 36 and was heading down a dangerous health road if I didn’t pull my car over to the shoulder and unload some weight from my trunk – literally.
My weight loss story could have started with a trip to the store to buy protein shakes, a membership at the neighborhood gym, or even something more drastic – gastric bypass surgery.
However, a series of small, pronounced actions helped me get closer to my over-arching goals.
My Story: Why I Decided Obesity Will No Longer Define My Life
Just after turning 22 years old, I began noticing it was getting harder to put on the pants and shirts I had worn only a few months earlier. This realization came after 3 or 4 years of living a relatively sedentary lifestyle brought on by academic studies, spending too much time behind the computer, and no longer getting outdoors to exercise like I did when I was a kid
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