Day 0: The hardest part is starting.... So, let's talk about starting
When I was a kid, I started having a weight problem around 3rd grade. I found out that fudgesicles were delicious and I had a mom that worked 3rd shift and slept during the day and a dad that worked 1st shift. So, I was largely left to figure it out on my own which led me to realize that I could eat whatever I wanted and it wouldn't matter. During that time, my parent's tried to have me do things to get my ballooning weight under control. They gave me diet pills, they took me a gym. I rode several miles a day on an exercise bike. Nothing ever really stuck. I was a heavy kid, then a heavy teen, and now a heavy adult. So some 28 years later, it is time to try to get this whole thing under control or else I'll just be a heavy corpse. I have tried several times and have lost significant amounts of weight in the past, but it always comes roaring back. When I started dating my wife, I was the most in shape I had ever been. I was around 230, and exercised regularly. I was