I used to be 200 pounds at 5'11".  I openly considered myself a fat piece of shit.  I was living with my parents and grandparents, and I was on their meal schedules.  Free food is better than healthy food, right?  It was also due to my laziness. Anyway, I dropped 40 lbs within 1.5 months of buying my own condo and living by myself.  Went for a 5 mile mountain bike ride 3 times a week, played tennis for 1.5 hours twice a week, and went to the gym for 3 hours twice a week.  Also, more importantly, I was in control of what I ate and when I ate.  No more bacon for breakfast - Special K cereal instead.  Made my own lunches and dinners, and adjusted what was in them accordingly.  I still eat at my granny's once a week, and I plan for it (calorically speaking).  She berates me for "eating like a woman" while I'm there, which irritates the shit out of me because her comments used to be non-stop on how fat I was (and she was the one shoving food down my throat ever since I was born!).  There is no pleasing that greedy old hag.  Whatever, she makes me food and irons my shirts, so I guess I'll take some verbal abuse once a week.    I'm struggling to stay over 149 lbs at 5'11" currently, and I have been for the past year or so.  I will never go back to "fat piece of shit" me.  I honestly look back and say things like "how could I ever have been that big?" because I literally cannot eat as much as I used to.  I used to be able to eat one pound burgers (weighed after cooking, not before) with three cheeses and an egg on top - Now I struggle with a half-pound.  And I certainly don't eat fried foods and sides any more; they actually disgust me - it's like I can feel my arteries clogging.  I used to get uncomfortably full every single meal, and I always regretted it.  It was all I really knew since my parents would dump me off at granny's house for entire summers.  I never get that full any more.