Published on November 19th, 2013 | by Nathaniel0
Guest Post: The Battle to Conquer My Weight
I’ve been “chubby” ever since I can remember. My childhood and most of my adulthood was spent buried in a body weight that I always believed would be my destination. It wasn’t until I was brave enough to be real and completely honest with myself that I was able to admit that my weight had become a problem; not only physically, but emotionally.
Growing up, I was always the funniest and most out-going in my friend-circle. I never had a problem making friends, especially with attractive women. I knew that my place in life would always be in the dreaded FRIEND ZONE. Everybody knows the FRIEND ZONE, right? For those who don’t, it’s a place no man on this earth wants to be. It’s a never ending struggle because all you want is for those women to see you in a different light other than her “brother” or “bestie.” But we all know the fat guy never gets the girl.
Coming out of high school, I knew I was somebody; I was drum major, Homecoming King, and involved in various groups and organizations throughout my campus and church, but I was overweight. I knew who I was and I knew what I was about, but I wasn’t happy because I was overweight. Looking back, I now realize that I was doing nothing more than trying to fill a void with my accomplishments, and in doing so, I didn’t have to face how unhappy I was.
When I got to college, I joined a fraternity and that was the first step to my transformation. As you can imagine, there were all-night frat parties and an endless stream of attractive women… none of whom considered me anything other than the cute, funny, and chubby frat-brother. I was tired of being that person. I was tired of wearing big clothes to try and hide my weight. I was tired of not being able to run 20 feet without falling over from exhaustion. I was tired of bad knee problems. I was tired of having empty boxes of Oreos, cupcakes, and honey buns in my trash from devouring all of that in one sitting; I was tired of being fat! I was tired of all the excuses and it was time to make a change.
My roommate was an athlete so I asked him to help me lose the weight I’d been carrying my whole life. Most importantly, I asked if he could help me become fully confident in myself. The summer of 2010, at exactly 8:00am every morning, we were on the track at Fresno State. From there, we would hit the gym and return to our apartment to do workout videos. Changing my diet and how I viewed food was the toughest part. I learned all I could about healthy eating and I committed to following it through. That of course meant cleaning out my fridge and my pantry and starting from scratch. It wasn’t easy, but after two months, I noticed the weight coming off. At this point, I was motivated and wanted more! I added juicing and vitamin-supplements to my routine to increase my energy level. My hard work and commitment really paid off.
A few days shy of seven months, I lost a total of 55 pounds! While my roommate and I are no longer living together, I’ve continued my journey. I still use the same routines he taught me in the beginning and make sure my eating habits stay consistent. Almost four years later, I’m 189lbs and I could not be happier. As I continue to reach my goal of being fit, I thank God for giving me the strength to not only begin this process, but to continue. I thank God for those who believed in me and for those who doubted. Whatever goals you want to accomplish, remember, all you have to do is start and truly believe that you will reach them. The first step is the hardest… “Don’t cry to quit…you’re already in pain, you’re already hurt, get a reward from it!” Eric Thomas.
Blessings on your journey!
-Ty Michael Brazzell
How are you working to conquer your weight?