One year and one day ago my Mum had a heart attack. She is obese, has type II diabetes, so a heart attack was no surprise to any of us. One year ago I visited her in hospital, talked about her impending angioplasty and possible coronary by-pass, came home and ate two chocolate bars (kit-kat cookies and cream, and caramel chunky). Then I cried. And that was the moment I made the decision to change my life.

Today I am -100.1lb from my heaviest weight of more than 290lbs (291 and then my scales gave me an error because I exceeded maximum, so who knows what I actually was.

One thing I’ve learned is weight reduction (I avoid the word loss because when you lose something it usually implies you want to find it again and I sure don’t want my weight back) is 80% diet, 20% food. But it is 100% mental, you need will power and determination. As you can see math isn’t my strong point ;) Right, so progress pics. Alas, I don’t have any of me at my heaviest because I was very quick to delete any pic. So the best I can do is this. Taken at around the 250lb mark. And today, 190.9lb. Also a pic of me in my fat pants, these I wore at my heaviest. And now I get to continue on this trip, my realistic goal is 165lb which is what I weighed in high school. When I get there I will reassess. Part of me would love to get lower, part of me just wants to go in to maintenance now!

edit: height=5'3, age=32

TL;DR: 291+lb down to 190.9, one year, still going.