Howdy, fellow strugglers - I am Dave. I am 28 years old, and in August 2007 I weighed 255 pounds. I also will not delve into a personal history, but suffice it to say I am a software developer who sits at a desk all day, and prior to August 2007 I had not been in decent physical shape since the 9th grade. I love food of all kinds, and I love to feel full, which is my ultimate challenge with respect to my weight. I weighed 200 lbs. at my high school graduation when I was 17 years old, I was 220 lbs. when I was married at age 20, and I hit 250 lbs. at 27 - slow and steady weight gain caused by a horrible diet and very little physical activity.
Avert your eyes!

I was spurred to action when someone I love was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. I realized I was very much on the same path and needed to change before my hand was forced. I had a lovely wife and two small children (three now) who needed me to be around in 30 years, and I was effectively risking our collective life and well-being through self-neglect.
So I started eating a little better, and made one important change - I stopped drinking sugary beverages like soda. I didn't understand why then, but that decision was absolutely key for me. I'll get into that specific topic later, but with a little exercise and a little attention to the food I stuffed in my face, I dropped about 20 pounds over the next several months, reaching 236 by the end of 2007. I was proud of that accomplishment, but I knew that 236 was still a very unhealthy weight for someone of my height (6'1"). So I set out to lose 36 pounds by the end of 2008 to reach 200 pounds for the first time since high school. 3 pounds a month seems relatively reasonable, no? I thought so.
Before I go on, I must point out that I have weak ankles. And by "weak", I mean roughly equivalent to the strength of a 90-year-old man's bladder. I tore three ligaments planting my right ankle while performing a crossover dribble on a basketball court as a 19-year-old with nobody touching me, which resulted in ligament repair surgery and 3 months in a cast. So imagine my delight when I landed on a friend's foot (you guessed it - playing basketball) and did the exact same thing to my left ankle just as I hit 236 pounds. So I stalled at 236 for months while I rehabbed my ankle and felt sorry for myself. Good times.
Then I had the fortune of meeting Ryan, whom you have already met. He was a consultant for a company called Statera, whom I brought in to develop a content management system for my (now former) company's website. He and I quickly became friends, and we started going to the gym together most days over lunch. He introduced me to
The Daily Plate, and after a couple months of waffling on the idea of tracking everything I put down my throat, I gave in and decided to commit to it.
(In the meantime, I quit my job and joined Statera .... and started consulting back at my old company ... with Ryan.)
So on April 8, 2008, I weighed 236 pounds, and on July 15, 2008, I weighed 200. I could hardly believe it, and most of all, I could hardly believe how easy it was. For me, all it took was a little commitment and a little accountability. The commitment was pretty easy once I had the incentive, and the accountability was pretty easy once I had
The Daily Plate.
Here is me at 200:

Since then, I have dropped down to 174 pounds and even
hiked the Grand Canyon (down to the river and out in one day - not easy). I have hovered between 175 and 185 ever since.
At about 180:

And somehow, despite all of my success, I have once again lost most of my motivation to improve. I have improved my eating habits immensely, but I find I am still highly capable of throwing down a box of Double Stuf Oreos when the opportunity presents itself. And maybe that's okay. But I still struggle, and I still need to resist that temptation more often than I do. I hope that in this blog I find another point of accountability that will keep me moving onward and, well, downward. :)