Hey Supe's. *hope you don't mind my calling you that. Reminds me of Super Man* I just saw this thread. I've been so busy elsewhere that it completely escaped my attention. I, too, weighed more than I would have liked. I was 16 and weighed in at about 255. It was tough being the biggest kid in school (and beleive me I was with only 270 kids in the whole high school). I became dangerously depressed and lacked any shred of confidence.
I ended up losing the pounds. My main motivation at the time was (remember I was 16) girls. I told my mother, one day, that I needed her to stop buying snack food and high sugared cereals. I asked her to buy more vegetables and to make smaller meals. A week later, I set my alarm clock for 5:30 in the morning. I live in Michigan and at the time we were in the dead of winter, but I forced my lazy behind out of bed and layered myself in clothing. I went outside and began joging. I stopped about every hundred yards or so, but I stuck to it and within two weeks I was running to my friends house and back. He lived about a half a mile away at the time.
Soon, I was going to the High school track and running two miles every morning before school. I went to the weight room, in spite of feeling a little out of place, and began a rutine that eventually got me lifting 270 on bench; curling 90; doing about 25 pullups at a time; generally speaking, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I ended up at 170.
It's been about 13 years now and I think that my motivation is different. I am married. I have a little daughter (the apple of my eye), and weigh a little over 200. I still eat well, but my routines have been replaced with family time, but I'll never forget the way I felt as a teenager. I had conquered a demon, and I felt pretty proud.
As for you, I'm pullin' for ya', man. You've got what it takes and I will continue to stop by this thread and give you the moral support you deserve.
Very sincerely,
Patrick