One year ago today I went to the Endocrinologist for an appointment. During that appointment he prescribed medicine for a thyroid condition, vitamin D supplement and asked me a simple question that changed my life. That question?
"Do you want to become diabetic?"
I responded with the answer that I'm sure most of his patients gave him, "No". I mean really who wants to go through life (and normally a shorter one at that) with a disease that for MOST people is preventable by making a few (or sometimes a lot) of changes to ensure weightloss and healthier living? I sure didn't. I have a small child to care for, a young adult son to watch mature and grow into a man of character, and a husband to continue loving. Although I joke around that I am old, I am not really that old.
That one question scared me into changing nearly everything about my life. That one question scared me so much so that I walked out of that doctors office and decided then and there that I WOULD lose weight and begin a healthier lifestyle.
The next thing I did was drove to the nearest convenience store and bought myself my LAST COKE for the next 6 weeks. Yes, coke was my biggest vice in NOT losing weight and I KNEW it! As I drank that coke and drove home I talked to God and told him that if he helped me lose weight I would start taking care of the body HE gave me. I WOULD exercise and I WOULD eat healthier and I WOULD stop consuming literally HUNDREDS and some days even a THOUSAND extra calories a day of empty bad calories.
I wanted to live life and live it to the fullest. In order to do that I knew what to do. Eat fewer calories, exercise CONSISTENTLY (not just whenever the mood hit me) and to make sure the calories I was consuming were HEALTHY, GOOD ones.
Starting March 25, 2009, when I walked into the doctor's office weighing in at 226.8 pounds (and sadly that wasn't my highest known weight) I determined that from that point forward I would ONLY go down in weight on the scales. I have kept that agreement and I started exercising and losing weight.
As of this afternoon, when I woke up I have lost exactly 37 pounds. I weighed 189.8 this afternoon and although it isn't what I hoped to have lost by this time I am pleased that I AM LOSING and not gaining. I am so much healthier now than I was 1 year ago. I am consistently exercising (when I feel like it, right now). I can lift more than most people would think I could and I am working a physically demanding job that one year ago there is NO WAY I would have been able to do. I have lost 2 full pant sizes...I was approaching needing a size 20 and I am now able to wear a size 14 without feeling squished!!
I feel so much better...and my doctor is pleased with my progress. He keeps asking how I am doing it. I keep telling him, "Willpower, motivation from my Sisters, and FEAR of dying before old age!" I truly believe this to be true, too. I have come so far, and although I still have a long way to go I KNOW without a shadow of a doubt I CAN DO IT!! I eat (mostly) healthy foods, I drink coke only on occasions when I determine to, and I am physically active. I am progressively getting closer to my goal of a healthy BMI and living a healthy lifestyle.