At my biggest (not very big - maybe 6’ 220) I would get constant, and I mean fucking constant, comments on my size. Family, friends, training partners, strangers, coworkers, etc… literally every day some lame and tired “take” on my physique. It got so old.
Random things like washing my back, tying shoes, and brushing my teeth felt like chores. Weird shit like snoring and high calorie days made me feel like a bit of an ogre.
Looking in the mirror was fun though, and so was squashing my training partners.
I’m down to 185 now and I do miss how my t shirts used to fit and the somewhat freaky look I had. However, I do prefer being slimmer overall yet don’t want to drop down much further.
Random things like washing my back, tying shoes, and brushing my teeth felt like chores. Weird shit like snoring and high calorie days made me feel like a bit of an ogre.
Looking in the mirror was fun though, and so was squashing my training partners.
I’m down to 185 now and I do miss how my t shirts used to fit and the somewhat freaky look I had. However, I do prefer being slimmer overall yet don’t want to drop down much further.