Yeah and when you are that weight, you kind of switch off, perhaps push people away from you, avoid relationships, maybe eat for comfort, you aren't really living.
I remember weighing now and then about 30 years ago, and noticing the scale seemed to jump up say from 11 stone 7lbs to 12st 7lbs, and I would think - was I 12 or 11 last year? I am sure it was 11. Then some months later it would be 13 stone something. And so on.
I think I read in that SAS book, Bravo two zero, or whatever it was by Andy McNabb, that you don't feel the pain of injuries in battle, but when you are captured by the enemy and thrown in a cell, then it's as if the volume is increased because everything goes quiet, and you get to feel the pain of the injuries really badly.
Now that was the sort of anguish I felt like in the early stages of fasting, I became more aware of the problem when I began to deal with it, and you may feel or have felt that too, but once you start you know there is only one way to go, and even though you know it may take several months, that's nothing compared to the years it took to put on. The choice was a no-brainer for me. I just bit my tongue and carried on.
And my view of dieting is this, a bit exaggerated I know, but eat lettuce for a month, feel lousy, lose 2 pounds, go for one teensy weensy 3 course curry and a load of beer with some friends and find you put 3 pounds back on!
Fasting however was the obvious thing. But idiots told me I would go into starvation mode and put it all back on. I believed them, but as I got older I learned to trust my better judgement, which of course led me to this forum. I don't feel bitter because it has taken so long, on the contrary I am really pleased I got here, really really pleased!! This place is like an oasis of common sense in a desert of insanity.