From fat to fit and the challenges within….So, a few weeks ago I caved in to the 10 years on challenge that was circling the Insta world with the picture above. I posted it not thinking much more than, “Hey, I’ve done well, maybe my pictures will help inspire someone to make their own life change?” Over the last few years I have posted many pics and had people say “you should share your story…” I have always thought about it and felt “Nah it’s not a special enough story.” Why now, then? Family and faith- that simple. After seeing my photo on Instagram, one of my box family/faith family members approached me and asked if I would be willing to write my story for my faith family, as scary and humbling as it may be. It is time…here goes.
In the beginning …I have always been fat, it’s in my family’s genes. For many years growing up my family and I were always fat minded. Simply put, that just meant all events surrounded food. Birthdays, exam results, Tuesdays, all of these were reasons for deserts or fat creating foods. By the time I was 10, I weighed 110 lbs. and was on my first diet. I hate that word: DIET. Diet is a 4-letter word. What I truly had, and still battle with today, is an Addiction to Sugar and food.
Diets Don’t work …Over the first 28 years of my life I had tried tons of diets… I yoyo-ed from 190 to 270lbs. I would hear lots of friends say, “Hey you look good, you’ve lost 30 lbs,” and at the same time saw them thinking “only another 60 to go.” I say “thinking” because no words came out, but their eyes seemed to judge. Unfortunately, we all battle our expectations and perceptions of situations. At 28 years old I was married, started my own business, and was about to become a father at 285 lbs. I had given up on ever being fit or slim. I had embraced my perceived lot in life. I was going to be a “Big Daddy” and I was getting all the “Jokes”- don’t rollover and crush the baby, etc. By the time my Daughter was a year old I had packed on another 20 lbs. At 305, I was drinking 2 liters of coke per day, and couldn’t get on the ground to play with her. The people closest to me were all very worried for me and I was ignoring them. My blood pressure was high, I was on meds for it, I was borderline diabetic, almost every part of my lower body hurt, I was miserable and didn’t know how to fix it.
Second Chances …In early December of 2010 my parents called me and said “Kevan, can you and Shan please come over, we need to talk.” We went and my father, almost with tears in his eyes, looked at me and said. “Kev, your mother and I can no longer watch you kill yourself, you have some decisions to make.” In a nutshell I was given two options:
- Choose a burial plot and continue with life as normal knowing that my family was mourning the loss of their son before his death.
- Choose a Gastric surgery that can help trigger a positive weight loss that I could maintain and continue with for the rest of my life.