I changed while I was gone

Well I think. I hope. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing anymore. I forgot how to write and let my aggressions go.

When I last left writing I believe I was here:

 

This was right after Andrew passed. I ate my feelings off a Costco flatbed and it's not as if I looked huge fully clothed. I looked decent, huge tit tent shirts aside. 

I wrote a post on reddit:

So I started weightlifting almost one year after my brother tragically passed away from a heart attack. He was 29 at the time, we are/were barely a year apart. It was the most life changing event, ever. He meant the entire world to me, he was a king amongst men. Valhalla has him now, and I know he has a chair waiting for me. But it was a jolt, a realization. Your health is not only meaningful to you, but other people. Your livelihood and health are not only detrimental to you, but the ones you love. It made me feel like I was being selfish because I saw how his death affected not only me, my family, but so many others. Love yourself and others. Become and stay healthy. Please. I will be very honest when I say, I have not lost much weight at all. MAYBE 10 pounds. My waist was 30-31 when I started, now its 24.5. I have lost about 7 inches off my hips and my ass looks pretty damn good. Because now I have one! I cut out dairy and gluten, which was way easier than I thought. I started eating way more protein and lifted as heavy as I could. I never ever ran before. My thought was, unless the cops were chasing I wasnt running. Last month I finished my first 5k ever under 30 minutes. Yeah....I didnt know squatting could help that. I plan on another 5k next month. I started cardio within the past two months, never did it prior.

 

I was rather large and needed to start working out.  Here is me last August:

 So I change my life. Actually, I changed my life for one hour a day four days a week. This is what happened:

Here is a post I made on reddit about how I went through it.

http://redd.it/1cnuba

 I didn't do anything super drastic. I listened to my body more, ate things that made me feel good, I relearned to love myself. 

My quick tips:

Fork put downs and table push aways. Stop eating until failure, pick up heavy things and stop being a bitch about lifting weights. Cardio is giving you a saggy ass and waifs are as attractive at 12 year old boys.