So let's talk about blame. I've done the morbidly obese thing and I am still slightly overweight. And, yes, I have placed blame… starting with myself. Overweight people aren't just a product of their own doing, there are a ton of outside factors.
As an adult, I blame myself for not educating myself or caring enough to get a handle on my weight much sooner than I did. But the important thing is that I did and I've lost 180 plus pounds and now I backpack, paddle, day hike, run and walk. I cross train with yoga and weights.
I do blame my parents and siblings for not being good role models when it came to eating. One can argue that they aren't to blame but by the time I was in kindergarten I was in sizes meant for a teenager or adult. My sister and brother were beyond cruel and treated me like dirt over my weight. They'd make mean and snide comments like "Thar she blows". It drove my self-esteem to the basement. I was too young to cook my meals or control my portions… the parental unit didn't give me the greatest of boundaries in that regard and I was forced to always clear my plate. My Dad died of a massive heart attack at the age of 67… this was due to smoking and eating the wrong types of foods. He had atherosclerosis and it eventually took his life.
As much as I blame my brother and sister for a small part in my obesity, having older siblings is like having a crystal ball into what lies ahead for me if I follow their example. Margaret is some 20 years older than I and has heart disease same as my Dad did. She's a smoker and she eats nothing but crap… high fat, high sugar, etc. You would think the heart attacks would be enough to get her to take some sort of action. It's not. You'd think seeing my brother Dan, 13 or so years my senior, who has been told his number is pretty much up, would be enough for her to change. Nope. Dan needs a heart transplant. His organs are failing. He's over 400 pounds (estimate) and drinks heavily and smoked until recently. He can't have a transplant because of his health and the doctors say he's got about a year or two at most. My sister, Margaret's son, Paul, is 30 days older than I. When we were both 39 he had two heart attacks back-to-back. His daughter is quite overweight and so the cycle continues.
I'd like to clarify that I wasn't lazy nor was a sofa-sitting-bon-bon-eating-couch-potato. I, for a long time, only ate 1 meal a day in desperation to lose weight. That meal was probably 800 or so calories and I was uneducated at the time, not realizing that this plan would backfire and I'd gain an addition 100 pounds because I destroyed my metabolism. Being obese brought on hormonal imbalances that made weight loss a more difficult task. However, I am walking proof that it isn't an impossibility.
I got really sick of blame and decided it was useless and that I could only move forward. I decided that I was going to break the cycle of fatness in our family. I found backpacking. I had a brother, who died when I was 8 from drowing, who was very fit. He was an avid hiker and loved the outdoors. He used to take me hiking and camping. So I decided that I was going to embrace that and prepped for a hike on the rugged northern section of the Bruce Trail. My first trip was definitely not UL in more ways than one. I was 360 or 370 pounds with an Arc'Teryx Bora 90 filled to the brim with 78 pounds of gear. I might add that this was for a weekender and it almost killed me. Oh, the things I have learned and how much easier this recreation seemed when I cut the body and pack weight by more than half.
I learned about fueling my body and what actually was needed to live healthy. I went on to really wrap my head around nutrition both on and off the trail. Sadly, I did end up with Type 2 diabetes as many of you know but I take it seriously.
Right now I find that a low carb diabetic diet is the best way to eat even if you are non-diabetic and trying to drop a few pounds. I up the carbs a bit on the trail, on wilderness canoe trips and when I run.