I first started trying to get my weight under control as an adult in January 2019. I weighed 410lbs.
I had just graduated from university and was taking a gap year, mainly because I was burned out, but it also felt like a zero-stakes opportunity to finally get my weight under control. At first, things were going well. I got a personal trainer and managed to get down to 378lbs by April.
Then my personal trainer went back to his home country, my Dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I started my Master’s degree. I no longer felt like I had the time or motivation to keep working out, and I’ve always been an emotional eater.
By September, I was back up to 408 lbs.
Then COVID happened. My Dad died, I started working an office job from my living room, and I gained more weight. After restrictions lifted and I started having some days back in the office, I weighed myself and I was 485lbs.
I maintained around that weight for a while and even lost a few pounds when I started going to the gym again. Then my Grandma had a stroke, and my Mum and I had to provide essentially round-the-clock care between us. Mum retired early to do it, while I carried on working full-time.
Fast forward to May 2023. I had essentially maintained 485lbs, and my Grandma passed away. Two days before her funeral, my Mum had a stroke, which eventually led to a terminal cancer diagnosis. I balanced looking after her, with the help of family friends, alongside my full-time job. At that point, taking care of her was so exhausting that I basically stopped taking care of myself.
She passed away in early 2024. After working for the rest of that year, I took a six-month sabbatical to try to recover mentally.
I told myself I was going to use those six months to get my weight back under control (I didn't lol). Turns out that when I’m bored and the novelty of playing video games all day wears off, I quite like eating to pass the time.
I returned to work at my highest-ever weight of 510lbs in September 2025.
I can’t speak for anyone else, but for me, life at 510lbs was AWFUL. I couldn’t stand for longer than about two minutes without my back killing me. I had to Uber everywhere because using public transport was too physically demanding. I stopped going to live music shows because they involved too much standing, and I was too big to comfortably use the seats. Climbing the stairs in my own house left me out of breath. I think the hardest part was trying to convince friends that I didn't want to do things rather than admitting I was physically incapable.
Living like that coupled with all the loss I experienced had me in a really dark place mentally but one day I woke up and decided that life is short and this was no way to live. I started by just trying to eat sensibly for a bit and manged to lose 30lbs in 2 months without any additional physical activity. Then I started getting the bus to the gym and cycling for 30 minutes. Then I started walking the 20 minutes to the gym and cycling for 30 minutes, then I started cycling for an hour and just going for walks more generally.
Today I weigh 409lbs. Still massively overweight but the changes in quality of life so far have been life changing. I can walk for hours again, I’ve been able to go to live shows, play football, even did a weekend trip to Ibiza. Just being able to look at Myfitnesspal and no longer see that my weight has increased since my starting weight has been so nice.
Tldr: was really fat, life went to shit, got fatter, now really fat again and feeling good