GREATMARTIN makes a decision about staying fat!!

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In 1967 I was working as a waiter at The Brass Rail in NYC on 47th street--by February I was nearing the scales at 300 pounds--the picture below was the last 'fat' picture I took the previous year--on a Wednesday night in March I had overdosed on food--a triple decker sandwich from The Stage Deli, a large pizza from a neighborhood pizzeria and drinking at all the bars between 72nd and 75th streets--before going up to my apartment I had bought a half gallon of ice cream and a package of cookies--an hour later I had decided I couldn't live this way anymore--hating myself, the way I looked--the drinking and the fact that a 2 year relationship had ended and I knew it was my fault--all combined to make me think I would be better off not living--I didn't sleep a wink that night and at 8 a.m., feeling heavy in many ways, I walked out of my apartment and made a decision that would change my life! In this picture I weighed 240 pounds--within 6 months I had put on 48 pounds and stopped getting on the scale!