How finding my tribe saved me from morbid obesity

I was overweight when I was a kid. And not like in a “oh that’s just some chub, he’ll grow out of that” way.

If I hadn’t changed my path when I did, I would be morbidly obese today.

That is an absolute guarantee.

To give you an idea of the relationship I had with “food” I’ll tell you a story.

My absolute lowest point came when I was around 11 years old. I had just come home from a day of being bullied at school, and I couldn’t take it.

I was on the edge of tears, and I didn’t know how to cope with it. So I coped the only way I knew how — by eating. Now, I didn’t have any money for food, so I went to my parent’s drawer that I knew was full of small change and stole what I needed to feed my habit (like a drug addict). Then I went to the grocery store and bought an entire cake, and went to the nearest bus stop and started eating it all by myself.

When I was about halfway through, someone I knew came biking past, and I felt so ashamed of myself, that I hid the bit that remained behind my back.

It was at that point I knew I was done. I knew that I would do whatever it took to not feel that way ever again.

The only problem was, I felt like I’d already tried everything to no avail. No matter what I did in terms of diet or exercise I would always fall back into the same deep, dark hole of depression and sink back into my bad habits.