How is it possible for someone to get to that state?
I've wondered the same thing everytime I see a news story about someone over 500 lbs.
I've always been a bigger guy. Not really morbidly obese, but "healthy." At least that's what we call it hear in the South. "You're not fat, you're healthy!" Or, "You're not fat, you're just solid." Or, my personal favorite, "You're not fat, you're just stout."
Then about four years ago, a series of events set into motion. I lost my job when the economy went south. Then I wrecked my truck. Then my M-I-L had two strokes and was no longer able to live on her own. Add to that the fact that we were set to adopt a baby and the birth-mother decided that she couldn't give up her baby (I can't blame her, I never would be able to.) about a month before the little girl arrived. Any of these things alone were minor setbacks, together, they were totally devastating. And, let's not forget the emotional baggage being a recovering JW saddles you with. Not knowing where to turn, I turned to food.
I know that when you hear interviews with a lot of overweight (morbidly obese) people, you always hear them say that they ate because they were depressed, or lonely, or happy or sad... Food became that "crutch" that I needed to get through my life. Even though I had a nice home, a loving spouse, my family out of the JWs, and caring friends, I still had my issues. I remember sitting in front of the television with a tube of cookie dough and eatting the whole damn thing! Or a whole bag of cheetos. Or drinking two 3-liter bottles of Dr. Pepper a day! All the while, I couldn't understand WHY I was gaining weight. Yes, it seems pretty simple to me now, but then, I didn't want to see.
At my heaviest, I was 350 lbs. That was in December of 2003. That was right before I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. (No wonder!) I did lose about 60 lbs right before being diagnosed. (Sudden weight change, loss or gain, is one of the symptoms.) When my doctor put me on Avandia in February of 2004, I started gaining weight again and plateaued at about 330-340. I stayed there until July of this year. Even though I cut my sugar intake I did not exercise like I needed to. I did not (and this is the biggie) monitor my portion size.
In July, I made up my mind that I had had enough. Wayne and I started going to the gym that we actually joined in February. We also started taking a nutrition class that was being offered there. I learned soooo much from those 45mins each week. From July to September 17, I lost 15lbs and I felt better. On September 17th of this year, I joined Weight Watchers. I did have some family members and coworkers make snide comments, but after losing 3 lbs the first week I decided to give it a couple more. (I only did the program for four days that first week because we were going on vacation to the casinos in Mississippi that weekend.) The next week, I lost 9 lbs. And, for the thirteen weeks since joining, I have lost weight every week, including through Thanksgiving. To date, I have lost 62 lbs since July: 15 before WW and 47 since WW. I feel so much better. I have lost three pants sizes. I am able to take the stairs at work instead of the elevator. My blood-pressure is much better. I no longer have to take my diabetes meds. My diabetes is controled entirely by diet and exercise. And, if I feel this much better being 100lbs overweight, I can't imagine how you skinny folks feel! Since I still have about a 100 lbs to lose, I'm still in the morbidly obese category, but I am confident that by this time next year, I will not be. I will never get that heavy again. I will never allow anything control my life like that again, whether it be food or a cult.
Okay, I realize that I've almost turned this post into a commercial for WW (seriously, if you have questions, or even recipies, PM me!) and while I love the program, I don't want to lose the point. My point is that for a person to let themselves go that much, they often don't realize they've crossed the line where a normal person would have said "Whoa!" until it's about three miles back. While it may be obvious to the world that there is a problem, sometimes, it just does not occur to the obese individual that there is a problem. When I look at the pictures from this spring, I can not believe that I was that big. When I looked in the mirror, I didn't see myself being that big. I saw a skinnier version of myself. I would hope that had I not been able to get out of bed, or even out of the door, I would have realized it.
It's a sad and lonely world when you perceive that you are living in a culture that values skinny people over fat people. And, when you're sad or you're lonely, you turn to food. That puts on more weight which makes you more depressed. So, once again, you turn to.... You get the idea.
CountryGuy