I'm at Fat POS. Here Is My Story. I'm here to talk about the elephant in the room: me. I'm a 30-year-old male who has been fat for most of his childhood and adult life. I want to warn others and encourage them to make changes before they end up in the same situation as me. Guys, being fat is not okay. It has led to a host of problems for me, including high blood pressure, anxiety, depression, dating issues, and diabetes. I can tell you right now that while diabetes runs on one side of my family (my mom's side, with my grandma, grandpa, and uncle all having it), I still believe my lifestyle choices played a role in my developing it. Here's how I got here. I grew up on a farm in the Midwestern United States. I was corn-fed and highly active in sports, but I was always big and muscular. My father's side of the family was "fat-phobic" and always said I was too big, but my mom stuck up for me and let me eat as much as I wanted as a kid. I was 270 lbs at 6'2" as a junior in high school. I wrestled, played golf and football, participated in Boy Scouts, and hunted a lot, too. You could say I was active. Fast-forward to college, and I ballooned to 317 lbs during my freshman year. I decided to do something about it and dropped 117 lbs by eating paleo. I joined the National Guard because I had always wanted to be a soldier. I finished basic training weighing 210 lbs, with a fit, muscular physique. As college went on, and later during grad school, I started eating worse and became depressed about my job prospects with my degree. I began eating more and gained weight until I was back up to 275 lbs. Eventually, I couldn't pass my military physical and was discharged honorably, thank God. I became even more depressed as my weight climbed to an astounding 330 lbs, and I attempted suicide. My cat rubbed against my leg just before I was going to pull the trigger, and I stopped. Yep. Pets save lives. So there I was: poor, fat, depressed, and looking for a better way of life. My parents invited me back to the farm so I could save money, and I accepted. I found a better job that allowed me to live at home and started working out again. I lifted weights and got back down to 265 lbs. Then I hurt my back while attempting a new personal record. My weight skyrocketed again, eventually reaching 375 lbs. I moved out, thanking my parents for all their help, but I kept eating like crap.