About Me
I’m not fat. I’m just short for my weight. I weigh 337 pounds. And according to the ideal height-weight charts, for a guy my weight I should be 15-feet 4-inches tall. They don’t have charts that go that high of course. I extrapolated. But you get the point.
I stapled my stomach, then reached for the staple remover
In 2003 I reached more than 370 pounds. I had full-fledged Roux-en-Y gastric bypass surgery and I dropped to a low of 243 pounds by mid-2004.
Then I started eating a little more and a little more all the time until here I am in 2009 at nearly 340 pounds.
I’ll get into this more in other places on the site, but it will be unpleasant for me. I’m very ashamed that I failed to change my eating habits back then. I wanted the surgery to relieve me from that discipline and responsibility.
Suffice it to say that I’m back where I was. My post-surgery stomach pouch has expanded a lot. Maybe as big as before? I don't know. But I can pack it away pretty good, still. I mean, just look at me. I blew it. Totally.
Doctor: “Do you have your affairs in order?”
My doctor, Bill, asked me this recently when I got on his scale. He was only [i]kind of[/i] joking. So I only [i]kind of [/i]took it as a joke. But he’s right. Do you see a lot of 80-year-old morbidly obese people? No. I want to live until I’m 100. I’m committing myself now to making the changes I need to make.
I’m using you
It’s embarassing putting out my pictures and stories of being fat. I’m hoping that the fact of putting it all out here in front of you will shock and energize me to get serious. And your feedback (the good and the bad) will give me the energy to keep my eye on the ball. But I also hope that you’ll get something out of it for yourself too, so that you can start dropping some weight.
Confession #1: My last name isn’t Chetry
Have you ever wished you could just change your name and be someone else for a while? That’s what I’m doing here. I have juggled a few letters in my real last name to come up with Chetry.
The fact is that I am a vain, egotistical, ashamed and embarassed fatso who wants to share his story, but doesn’t have the guts to actually come out and say my real last name. (Yes I’ve got lots of guts, I know, but they’re the wrong kind.)
Part of the reason I changed my name is for money. As in, making sure I can still earn some after creating this site. I do independent contract work in the software industry and people generally find me on the Web when they Google the keywords for my specialization.
Let’s say you need my quality assurance systems services, discover my site, then do a search for my name to see what else comes up. You find a site full of fatness and gross pictures of myself and my disgusting eating habits and my harsh opinions of things. Entirely TMI. Would you hire me?
I doubt it. And I wouldn’t blame you.
Actually I would blame you. What's the matter with you? I’m like Groucho Marx: “I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.”
Also, I have an extremely unrealistic notion that some old girlfriend might want to look me up. Can't you just see them running, screaming away from their laptops when they find this site? I can. Could you blame them?
Confession #2: I like some Barry Manilow songs
Like Mandy, and Weekend In New England. As one of the founding members of The Shower Singers, and as the creative fource behind my split-off band The In-The-Car-Alone Singers, if a song like that comes on, I enjoy it.
I'll rock out more to Led Zepplin and Boston and ZZ Top. And I grew up listening to my mom's classical music and opera.
But now and then I enjoy Manilow's songs. Great melodies. Neil Diamond too. And Liberace.
No, not Liberace.