My story isn't the usual before and after. It's not about vanity and it definitely wasn't a straight line. A few years ago I was 128kg and I had stopped being me. I ate when I was unhappy, then I was unhappy because I ate. A loop I couldn't see a way out of. I took every mirror down in the house and I refused to be in the family photos. I became the jolly fat guy, cracking the joke about my own weight first so nobody else could get there before me. Underneath it was depression, emotional eating and gym anxiety so bad that walking through the door felt like everyone was watching and waiting for me to fail. What pulled me back wasn't a six-week plan or some crash diet, It was doing the things I was terrified of one small, uncomfortable step at a time. Tracking one meal, swapping one takeaway for something I had cooked, asking for help instead of hiding and stepping one foot at a time into the gym.  I tell my clients now what I wish someone had told me then “Sometimes the gym front door is the heaviest weight you'll ever lift”. None of it felt natural at first, but every time I faced one thing, the next got a little less scary. Slowly, the fear lost its grip and the weight began to come off.  That was just the start. The real win was getting back my confidence, putting the mirrors back on the walls and finally feeling comfortable in my own skin again. That's why I became a coach, specifically the coach I needed when I was stuck. I'm that someone who understands the struggles of being overweight and anxious. So, if you're reading this wondering whether you're too far gone, or too unfit to make a change, trust me you're not. 

You're not broken, you're not alone and you're capable of far more than you think.