Intro Story Bio I'm a bit inherited and just felt like writing. Dear towhomitmay concern,  	Hello there concerned citizen of the fat_ppl_hate. I had always been big even by American standards, but growing up in the public school system my “friends” would never shame me or lardtards themselves. My mother is and for my entire life has been a detention. One might ask "How in the hell could you get fat". Let me tell you something. It's the ones that love us the most that can hurt us the most. Since I do not have kids (still hopeful) I can only imagine the joy that is seen on a youngsters face when presented with ice cream. It's tasty i get it. Their giggle it's adorable. The stuffed mouthed "Thank YOUOoo" is admirable. And it happened to me.   Starting out my college career at 240lbs entering business school I learned the finer points of the triple bottom line. All-be it a great way to profit it left me callus and soul-less. Losing focus regarding my studies i began to party as the movies portray such that a college kid would do. This lead prompted the need for "beer money". Having the country songs glorify it, and the trust fund babies flaunt it I thought that I needed it. The solution was to start working at a bar in the bar district just west of campus(like 20 bars right across the street)(from my dorm)(19yrs at the time). 290lbs Let me tell you I thought i was hot shit. Going to a top tier university working at a bar getting to drink for free. The time of your life would be an understatement. The self abusing cycle of drugs and food lasted a couple of years. Serval months after dropping out of college and continuing live the "bar life" an emptiness inside me grew. Wether it was all the "frat daddies" getting the smoking hot babe or the buff guy busting out twenty pull-ups in the ice room, a weird sense of anguish arose inside. This lay dormant and brewed serval months, until during a psychedelic experience, while stepping out of the shower, I finally took a so called long-hard-look at myself.(300lbs+ idk to scared to look)  	 Based on the top hit of the most popular search engine(he who will not be named) eyes are the window to the soul. For the first time in my life it finally made sense. This gigantic pile of dripping wet lard panting after standing up was not me. I CAN CONTROL MY BODY. As simple as it may seem for some, looking at oneself so intense that they can anticipate the movement before the thought is made, I began to understand that i am in control.   	I know I still need work but that’s a life is a never ending test keep fighting.YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. GETTING A RAISE WONT HELP GETTING A PERSONAL TRAINER WONT HELP. NOT HAVING KIDS WONT HELP. HILLARY WINNING THE ELECTION WONT HELP. ACTUALLY GETTING OFF YOUR ASS AND DOING WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE WILL. YOU HAVE ALWAYS KNOW THIS YET YOU LET OTHERS PRANCE IN THE SPOTLIGHT DOING NOTHING MORE THAN LIVING SOMEONE ELSES STORY. YOU HAVE THIS CHANCE TO MAKE YOUR OUWN STORY MAKE IT COUNT. CONSUMING THE WORK OF OTHERS WILL NEVER LEAD TO HAPPINESS. DOING SUCH WILL ONLY LEAVE THAT PESTERING THOUGHT IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND "WHY DID'NT I DO" THAT. THERE IS GOOD NEWS THOUGH YOU STILL HAVE TIME. YOU ARE STILL ALIVE AND WILL ONLY BE WHAT YOU TELL YOURSELF YOU CAN'T. ass seen in the attached documents I have a fair share of food knowledge and cooking skills. These accolades are very inconsequential to my family. all of whom have graduated with a bacheolers degrees or more.  Being cautioned at Fish Camp I have now found myself surrounded by the "townies" that we were not supposed to interact with. I now hablas espanol y anit't no snitch. Being an ignorant country boy for most of my life I had the darnedest time understanding why one would be using different languages even if they the colloquial. The phase "lost in translation" has become more than a old wives tale that evolved into a mantra. We all see the world in a different way. Due to countless encounters with obese and overweight coworkers, I have come to realize that they just can't know. With the constant barrage of fad diets and the newest carcinogen being feed to their social media feed. I can't shame them. Even with my science based and down to earth upbringing I still find myself reading the latest "groundbreaking" research on apple-coconut-seed-vinegar that will melt the fat away. I don't know if you have ever tried apple-coconut-seed-vinegar, but chances are it will not be apart of your diet form life. That is what I hope to achieve the brazos valley residents on. The only logical way, IMO, that one can change a diet is by starting with familiar foods. Through basic conscience observance one can learn weight and health mgmt. Telling them what they can’t eat will make the mountain that much taller for them to climb. The most important lesson I have learned in academia is there is always a bias. Great scientists try to stay as objective as possible and can be right some of the time. These are scientists though. The majority of us are not capable of reasoning at these levels. As a result we will fall victim to someone else’s version of the truth. Vegetables are good for you. You will have a hard time living on just them.Most can eat dairy. Most can eat grains. A serving size of red meat is 4oz. Sugar is a drug and should be treated as a treat. The same should be said about alcohol. Sometimes all it takes is a good long look in the mirror. For the others some hard inconvient truths are needed to take back their life. Food should be enjoyed but should never be admired more than oneself. (6’3” 186lbs 7/4/2017)  “Eat to live don’t live to eat” -lifelong friend that helped get me into the gym