My weight crept up slowly, over the past 23 years. I was at 180 lbs. when I married in 1992, but good food, little restraint and lack of drive to exercise took it's toll. Highest weight was 255 in 2013. At that point my doctor advised me I was 50 years old and obese according to BMI. After another visit my doctor (I like and respect him) advised it is no longer an "if" but a "when" I will end up with type 2 diabetes. In his words, it's my choice if I want it within the next six months, or if I want it late in life. Since that meeting in early November, I've taken a couple small steps and increased my walking to daily 30-60 minutes instead of 2 or 3 times a week, I've cut out all added sugar and started monitoring carbs for the first time. I was the guy in the office putting 4 tsp. of sugar minimum in a cup of coffee. I've increased my vegetable intake as well. With these small changes I've gone from 252 lbs. just before Thanksgiving, to 241 lbs. today, Christmas Day. It has not been easy, but for the first time I've been able to pass on all the sweets shared around the office. My other big struggle is with quantity to feel full. While I'm drawn to chocolate, I'm also drawn to large quantities of food. I'm working to self limit on this. One other thing I've noticed that may encourage someone else suffering, whenever I get my weight below 240, my acid reflux stops acting up. It's a welcome treat for crossing that weight line.