My Story – Part I
I’ve was big most of my life. I was a skinny kid but was up and down in weight through adolescence. As a young adult I was pretty thin too but that was mainly due to being dirt poor. Minimum wage meant not eating sometimes. But that can certainly helped with calorie control. Top Ramen was a feast at my apartment.
As I progressed into my twenties I got better jobs and started working in the San Francisco Financial District. Having money plus living in a foodie utopia like SF was heaven. I had an apartment in North Beach and would walk or take the 42 downtown loop to downtown every day. Now in between these two locations was a virtual minefield of deliciousness. Chinatown, Little Italy and Fisherman’s Wharf were mine for the taking. I ended moving back to the East Bay but still had the bad eating habits of the SF days. I bought my first home at this time so you think I would eat better given I had a full kitchen. Did I mention I was a bachelor during this time too? Talk about being left unchecked.
Fast forward to my 30’s. Pretty much got into a rut at this point. I had clawed my way to middle management and doing well. But that really led to a lot of work so my life consisted of sleeping, working, commuting, eating then rinse and repeat. Really starting to get a little depressed and really turned on the bad eating to make me feel better.
I knew my weight had gotten out of control and strange things were happening. My dad, being a type 2 diabetic, diagnosed me with the condition initially. Symptoms were a little gross so Ill gloss over that for now. I went to the doctor’s office and was diagnosed as an official type 2 diabetic. My fat body not being content with that also decided high cholesterol and high blood pressure would complete the trifecta. What the hell! I was only 35. I had old man diseases. The doctor weighed me in at 277 lbs. Yeah; the number is seared into memory.