I’ve always been the fat kid growing up. At the age of 11 I clocked in at 187 pounds. My parents are obese and I guess it is genetic. Of course I can’t blame it all on genetics. My main staples growing up had been McDonald’s and Pizza Hut. All throughout my school years I was tortured by unrelenting kids who would purposefully try and tear me down because of my weight. This made the problem even worse. I was eating because I was unhappy and at the same time unhappy because I was eating. I was caught in this vicious cycle of death that at its worst had me weighing in at 387 pounds at the age of 26.
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