The last 250 days I became quite literally half the man I used to be. I didn’t do it for health, fitness or cosmetics. I purely did it to see what I am capable of.
And it was the hardest thing I ever did. The fucking hardest.
Controlling your most primal urge - self sustentation - is a hard thing by itself. If you add how a minimal-calorie diet affects your mood, it becomes even harder. Add real hunger and adjustment pains, and you get an idea of the experience.
So, I lost 150 lbs - what did I gain in return?
Confidence of being able to do anything I set my mind on.
Insight into how some have a very hard time dealing with someone that looks or acts different. How hard it is to just see him as a fellow human at times.
Gratefulness for those that overcame these difficulties in my past.
Uncertainty when it comes to meeting new people - would they have reacted to me the same just a few months ago? What does it mean if they hadn’t?
Also: A shitload of clothes that don’t fit, people having a hard time recognizing me, assholes having to pick a different thing about me that they can hate.
In the end I’m happy I took this journey, but not so much for the destination I arrived at, but for the scenery on the way.
Would I do it again? HELL YES.
Would I recommend it to anybody? HELL NO.
