The 300lb invisible man.

28/198lb/5”11 sorry for the long post

Long time lurker, first poster. A little history: I’m 28 and I’ve been with my wife for over 8 years now and for as long as I can remember I have been over 300lb and, in a dead-end job. When you are morbidly obese and are filling your body every day with so much sugar and carbohydrates I suspect it alters the balance between testosterone levels and oestrogen levels. As well as that I was ashamed of the rolls of fat and man boobs.

I started university in 2010, graduated in 2013, and started my first job a few months later. I was the only male worker on an entire floor of 60+ people and after a few weeks in the new job I was systematically targeted by the majority of the women on my team. I hit an all-time low and suffered from a bout of depression. I left after 3 months and started working in a minimum paid post. Words cannot describe how sick and ashamed it makes me feel looking back. I’m not angry at them. I am angry at how pathetic I was.

I actually remember the exact moment that the lightbulb in my head turned on. Two years ago I went to Amsterdam for my stag. It was amazing and it remains my Mecca to this day. Like every tourist who goes to Amsterdam I visited the red-light district. I have no interest in using prostitutes for sex however I find the whole red-light district interesting.

What struck me the most about the women wasn’t their massive boobs, tight bodies or sexy outfits. It was their eyes. How they looked you up and down. How they were filled with this ravenous desire, even if it was more for the money in your pocket. I giggled like a little schoolgirl when I passed the first window.

It’s hard to explain to people, but when you live a lifetime of obesity you never experience people looking at you like that. You never experience people looking at you at all really. People don’t want to look at you. You feel invisible. It was at that moment I decided I was sick and tired of being invisible. At that moment it felt like I had been hit by a bus.

As soon as I returned from Amsterdam I started running- if you could call it that. It took me 4 months to complete a 5km jog and even then I still walked half of it. After another 4 months I managed to finish my first 10km jog, again still walking half of it. I had also started dieting and religiously counting calories on my fitness pal. I lost more than 50lb in three months and my sex appetite had suddenly gone up, my wife was more than happy.

I was still 250lb however, my life was slowly getting better. The more weight I lost the more confidence and cockiness I gained. I started a new job- one that needed a degree. It was only part-time and although I shared an office with one other person I had my own computer and desk.

I kept running and dieting. I lost another 20lb in two months and had gone from morbidly obese, to obese to overweight. I neglected lifting. It would have been useless between 220lb to 300lb. I continued to drop more and more weight. I started applying for fulltime jobs at the top end of my career ladder. I attended interview after interview, failing them had stopped bothering me. I had developed an IDGAF attitude- even though I had yet to come across this subreddit.

Eventually I was successful and I was offered a fulltime post in a job with my own office and my own fucking name on the door. I was now at 200lb. Even though I was in the overweight category I had developed a substantial amount of muscle. I don’t know the science, and I hadn’t been lifting but maybe running around with 300lb builds a lot of muscle.

When I started my new post I was a different person and people were treating me differently. Women were actively going out of their way to help me. They were bringing me cups of tea and coffee telling me how skilled I was even though I was only two weeks in the door. I was no longer invisible. It was like living life on easy mode. Three months ago I hit the GYM with SL5X5 and started building some decent muscle- especially in chest. My man boobs had disappeared and I started dressing to impress.

Now I regularly catch girls looking at me. d. Last week I went out with some work colleagues, most of them women and for the first time in my life my wife was terrified that something would happen.

I can’t say that I thank this subreddit. I changed my life around long before arriving here but I can honestly say that this is probably the most accurate sub in terms of understanding women and how to be successful at life. The worst thing I find about this sub is the toxic posts which come up every now again from angry men after a breakup/ divorce. I can see why they are angry, but personally I find little to be learned from these posts apart from “arrgh, don’t ever get married. I hate all women etc etc!”

What I will say is that there are some real gems of information to be found in this sub. What I like about TRP is that TRP psychology and TRP discourse is cutting to the fucking bone. That is what psychology is supposed to be…accurate and based on observation. We live in a world which is dangerously dominated by the PC brigade and feminists who run around screaming at the top of their lungs without any due respect given to observation or analysis. After this journey I feel confident in saying that 100% of people in life are vain. Looks matter. Lifting and Exercising matters. A good body matters. IDGAF attitude matters. You want to do well? Follow the advice on this sub, I’m just sorry I didn’t arrive here five years ago when I needed to learn about this the most.

TLDR: prostitute looked at me, lost 100lb and counting.