Macon, GA
Hi, My name is Tyler, and I live in Macon Georgia, about an hour and a half south of Atlanta. I've always been a big kid, but a few years ago, it was in a different sense. I was born with a rather large frame, but you'd never know it, because my years of drinking Sprite and Mellow combined with little to no exercise were not shy to letting the world know they existed. One day, my brother and I,
Hi, My name is Tyler, and I live in Macon Georgia, about an hour and a half south of Atlanta. I've always been a big kid, but a few years ago, it was in a different sense. I was born with a rather large frame, but you'd never know it, because my years of drinking Sprite and Mellow combined with little to no exercise were not shy to letting the world know they existed. One day, my brother and I, who had once been a skinny kid and realized he was letting himself go, decided to turn our lives around.
I took up running, and boy did I run. I wasn't very fast, but I had heart, one that could not be matched by my physical inadequacies, and that spirit carried me into a career in cross-country running in my freshman year in high school, where I made varsity. I had lost forty pounds, and my pulse rate had dropped nearly twenty five bpm, and I was in the best shape of my life.
Unfortunately though, all was not as well as it seemed. I was now experiencing something I never had before, being too skinny. The protruding I had become proud of had all of a sudden become repulsive, and my four percent body fat combined with little to no muscle and a large frame had left me looking pretty bad, but on the opposite side of the spectrum that I had been on my entire life.
And to make matters worse, I had no idea the amount of torture and stress I was putting on my body. Running four miles a day coupled with an intake of less than a thousand calories had weakened me to a point in which I could barely hold myself up. Looking back on things now, I realize that I was for all intensive purposes anorexic, which is a hard thing for me to admit.
This, just like my prior condition, had alienated me from the world around me. I lived a life of monitoring my weight ten to fifteen times a day, watching for minor fluctuations in ounces, some of which caused me to "punish" myself by skimping on a meal, or running an extra mile.... to be continued
