It can be done, but takes work.

I had not reached my peak fat size of 421 pounds on the left, that was still 3 or 4 years away. I reckon I was in the 380’s range. The next one is 200 pounds less later.

I dreaded to walk to the mailbox not 40 yards away and going shopping was like the Labours of Hercules. It got so bad I used a cane to walk and actually qualified for a handicapped hanger.

I know the belly is the most prominent feature, but the Missus pointed out the scary difference of the legs and feet.

It was hard to do and took years. But the main ingredient was stubbornness: I was going to lose weight or die trying…or surely die for lack of trying.

It. Can. Be. Done.