At my heaviest, I carried 126 kg on a 1.80 m frame — a BMI of 38.9. Not just “a bit too heavy,” but squarely in Adipositas Grad II. My body had turned into a slow, reluctant machine.
The weight didn’t come from laziness or bad food habits. It came from pain — years of it. An undiagnosed Bannwarth syndrome (Link to Wikipedia) kept my nerves in a constant state of alarm, and the painkillers meant to help slowly poisoned my metabolism. For almost four years, my body was running on defense mode.
In February 2023, I quit alcohol. No ceremony, no relapse — just a line drawn. The fog began to lift, but the real turning point came later: February 2025, when the Bannwarth syndrome was diagnosed and a treatment finally started.
I could begin to taper off the medication that had been quietly holding me hostage. Back then, I still weighed over 110 kg.
What happened next wasn’t a diet. It was a reset.
- No alcohol.
- Less sugar.
- Barely any meat.
- And — for the first time in years — no chemical painkillers dictating my biology.
The kilos began to disappear without fanfare.
My energy returned, my sleep evened out, and the mirror stopped feeling like an accusation.
Now I’m at 93 kg, with a BMI of 28.7 — still technically “overweight,” but worlds away from where I was. My next goal sits at 81 kg, or a BMI of 25 — the border of “normal.”
But honestly, this isn’t about the numbers anymore.
It’s about the shift from surviving to participating. From sedation to sensation.
Sometimes healing isn’t about doing more — it’s about stopping what hurts you long enough to let your body remember how to trust itself.
