Hello!  How are you?  I too am well.  Thanks for asking!  I'm Josh, 32, I live in Ivoryton, CT.  I've been a professional driver for seven years, and all that sitting made me fat and lazy.  Like, really, really lazy.  

At my fattest, I was nearly 260 lbs (at 6'1", but that's really no excuse).  My girlfriend of ten years, who'd gotten fat with me (just over 330 lbs and 5'6") got lap-band surgery, lost 60 lbs, and then left me for a 42 year old alcoholic body-builder, who's in jail now on multiple DUI charges.  Sounds dreamy, I know.

You'd think that after a decade, you'd know a person pretty well.  She was my best friend, too.  And suddenly, we don't talk anymore.  Like flipping a switch, man...

She'd lost 30 lbs on her own, as per the pre-surgery requirements.  Even after the operation, she worked out every day.  "Walk Away The Pounds" with Leslie Sansone, and the Jillian Michaels videos.  She'd work out, and I'd sit on the couch.  

Suddenly, she's "changing," she doesn't know what she wants anymore, she "needs space."  You know, the typical, generic stuff people say...

I won't bother you with all the fantastically exhilarating minutiae, except to say that it was then, that I made the decision to change.  At first, it was "I'll show her!"  But now, two months later, I just want to show myself.  

Okay, maybe 10% of me still wants to show her - and I will!  But this needed to happen.  I just wish I'd started a lot sooner.  I wish it didn't have to happen quite this way.  

Heartbreak is a hell of a motivator, I've discovered.  But it's so much more now.  I feel so much better about myself.  I feel more confident, and 100% healthier.

I was becoming a hermit!  It was such a vicious cycle and I could see it all unfolding.  I was fat.  I didn't even want to be out in public.  So I'd stay indoors.  And where is the one place where you want to be if the goal is to get fat?  Indoors.  In front of the television, with the DVR and all of our favorite shows, and our favorite foods within arms reach.  And then you'd get fatter.  And more self-conscious.  And leave the house even less.  And get fatter.  And stay in more.  Until one day, you can't leave the house if you want to because you can't fit through the door.  Don't laugh - it is REAL and it has happened to people!  It is happening right now to someone.  

It could have happened to me!

Oh, and I like to ramble.  Have you noticed? :)