Today I woke up feeling like every morning. I feel like I got hit with a truck. My bones feel like they are surrounded in glass and every movement is excruciating. I have to sleep on my side because of the fact that my body is trying to kill it's self. I try to kill myself at night. Not intentionally, but because I cannot breathe anymore. My weight bares down on my organs when I lie down. So when I go to sleep, to stop myself from choking on my tongue and not suffocate, I can not sleep on my back.

My wife doesn't sleep much anymore. She is afraid I will die in my sleep. Yep, I feel awful because at this point in my life I can't control it. My wife is amazing. Her name is Ashley. She is the mother of my newborn. Madelyn. Ashley fell in love with me when I was well over 400 lbs. We got married when I was only 330 lbs though! I miss being that “small”. I hate these fact that she worries every night. It hurts my heart. So does the sleep.

I can't believe I've let myself come to this. Right now, I am 480 lbs. I still feel disgusting.