Why I am killing myself

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I am killing myself. I didn't mistype that and I don't think I'm being melodramatic. I am slowly and certainly killing myself and the truth is, I'm not that far away from succeeding. I think I decided sometime that I really have nothing left to live for so why even bother going on. Thing is, life has changed for me, and this time for the better, but my mind and body hasn't gotten the message.

See, I am now over 500 lbs. There are families of 4 that weigh less than me. It's not like I'm delusional and don't think I'm not fat. And it's not like there are things that make it evident outside of it being hard to shop for clothes. Walking up stairs is hard and after one flight I am out of breath, two flights make me want to take a nap. I've broken furniture. Let's not even talk about using the bathroom. And, my feet constantly hurt. Amazingly, I don't have diabetes and all my bloodwork and blood pressure are normal.

And I know what to do to correct it. I was a fucking 2 time national champion in wrestling. And trust me, if there's one thing that wrestlers know it's how to cut weight. I know how to eat right. I know I should avoid mcdonalds every morning (I did pass by this morning, but ate crunch berry cereal at home so I don't know if this is a victory) and when I do go to mcdonalds I order mass quantities. (For instant: Breakfast, 2 sausage biscuits, 2 strawberry and creme pies, a large coffee 8 creams and 8 sugars. Other meals. Large Big Mac value meal, 2 double cheeseburgers, sprite no ice. Sometimes instead of the double cheeseburgers I get 20 piece nuggets).

I can't walk great distances. I can't shop if I'm not leaning on a cart. I can't use the recumbent bike I bought because 1 is broken (spent 400 bucks on a proform and the display doesn't work, proform won't fix it, I used it a total of an hour) and the other one I have to keep my legs at such an angle that it hurts my knees.

I don't even make excuses. What excuse is there for being over 500lbs. I think if I got myself a precur e546 eliptical machine it would help because the stride length is just right, but they are 1000 bucks and I don't know how to finance one. So, one day, all the stories will stop, and you will ask what happened to that girl little katie/ katie leone, hopefully Erin will put it in nice words, but the truth is, it's called morbid obesity for a reason.

The reason for the blog. Outside of indulging in self pity, I'm hoping that by naming the problem honestly it will give me some power over it. I don't need diet tips. I don't need exercise tips. I know what to do. I just wish I would stop and I don't know why I don't. I finally have something to live for and I fear I'll die in my sleep, suffocated by my own flab.

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