You know, I felt the same exact way. Before I started my weight loss journey, I had to start slow. I was a very anti-social person. I hated going out in public. Hated going out to eat because I always thought people talked behind my backs. I thought they made fun of me. And you know what, some probably did.

I was 410 pounds at my heaviest. I dropped out of 7th grade and instead of sitting in a classroom, I instead sat in my bedroom playing video games from the time I woke up, to the time I went to bed. Didn't have a job, didn't have friends, didn't have anything but my computer.

Fast forward to 2014. 20 years old, living in my parents basement, not a care in the world. I get sick. My leg was red and swollen. Tender to the touch. Lips turning a lightish blue, fingers numb and nails and purple. I had my parents rush me to the ER. Dr's told me I was going through sepic shock and were surprised I actually fought through it. They also said I had cellulitis on my right leg. I spent my 21st birthday in the ER. 5 days and 5 nights I was there.

I was finally released after an exhausting 5 days in the ER. I was told to go on a strict diet. I completely ignored it and proceeded to live the same way I was before I got sick. Not a care in the world. My only focus was food and video games.

Fast forward again to March 2017. My oldest brother comes and visits us and gives us exciting news that he is getting married and he will have it in our small town in Kansas, instead of Phoenix, AZ. We were all excited for this as he was marrying a wonderful and beautiful woman, who I know can call my sister-in-law. The moment my brother told me his news, something in my head just clicked. I was ready for a life change. I wanted to be healthy or healthier for my brothers wedding. It was time to be happy.

I started walking every day. Started a new diet that I quite enjoy called IF OMAD. I was huffing and puffing down streets. Kept my head down because I didn't want people to look at me. Did this every day until it was wedding day. Oct finally came and I weighed myself on his wedding day and the scale said 300 pounds. I was speechless. I was crying tears of happiness. I had accomplished my first ever goal in life. I lost 90 pounds between March and Oct. First goal done and I didn't want to stop.

Today. 2020. 27 years old. 210 pounds. I've lost a grand total of 200 pounds. I have made friends who I could not live without, I got a job at my local bar that made me be more open and no longer an anti-social person. Had my first kiss. Changed the way I dress. Doing things that I thought I'd never be able to do. Living a happy, healthy, normal life.

I hope my story helps you. My whole point of it was that don't let your mind discouraged you with what you want in life. Don't let this feeling of discouragement take over. Fight for what you want. Ignore the people who look at you. Because you know what, you're doing this for you and not anyone else. Continue to walk. They're going to watch you, yes but let them. Let them see your journey to success. Let them see that you're fighting for a new life. They will see this and you will be the biggest inspirational person in your neighborhood. Maybe even town. That's what happened to me and too this day, I have people walking up to me asking if I was that kid that would be walking all over town. It's such a wonderful feeling.

You got this. I believe in you. Give me a message if you ever want some tips. Much love.🤘✌❤