Alright... Let the bragging begin. A couple of years ago my weight got up to 443 lbs. Yeah... This was my weight two-and-a-half months after my father passed away at the age of 57... I was 19 at the time. So I decided to try losing some weight, and lost about 20 pounds, but nothing big and it didn't stay off. It took my doctor saying "if you wanna end up dead like your father at the age of 35, keep it up!" after I shot up to 445 to kick my ass into gear.
Me and my then roommate and close friend Kyle started the South Beach diet and working out regularly. I've been alot more strict with my diet than he, but it's all gravy. Kyle is 6'0" and started at 367. He has dropped to 289. I on the other am 6'5" and started at 445. I'm now down to 288 (with shoes on and crap in my pockets). That's 157 pounds, and I'm still losing. It's going slower than it was at first, but slow progress is still progress.
WARNING: Pic Whoring Ahead
BEFORE: Me in the red shirt with the man boobs of doom. *jiggle* Both taken during spring break of last year.
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AFTER: In the baby blue polo
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The only down side to all this weightloss is that... well... you don't lose two-and-a-half Olsen twins without having some... extra skin. I can stretch the skin on my upper arm almost a third of the way across my chest. Even though I'm getting toned in my chest, da boobies of doom stil partially remain. And you don't wanna know what my stomach looks like...