Tuesday, August 16, 2011
My son is 9 years old, and this Fall he has decided to play JV Football for the first time. As I watch him practice, I just feel an overwhelming amount of pride. Practices are tough! Tougher than I could have ever imagined. Football has pushed him physically, mentally, and emotionally...just like my weight loss journey.
On his first day of practice I grabbed him by the helmet and told him to go out there and give it all he had. I also told him to be a fighter and that no matter what I was proud of him. He then looked at me and said, "mom you too."
My son understands that weight loss has been difficult for me. He has also seen me try different diets, make different promises and give up when things got tough. When he found out that I lost 4.5 pounds this week he smiled at me and gave me a huge hug. I was nearly in tears to see that a 9 year old boy could relate to the things that I was going through.
I have made him a promise, that this time I will not give up. I will continue to fight no matter what and I will become a healthier me for myself and for him & his sister. I also promised him that I would try my best to lose enough weight by next summer so that I can take him to the one place he has always wanted to go but I couldn't take him, Cedar Point.
As I reflect on our conversation, I am grateful to have such wonderful children who love me no matter what size I am. In reality though, my children will always need me and if my life ends even one day early because I don't do this I will never forgive myself.
On days I am weak, I will picture my son on the field giving it everything he has and I will do the same because we have to be fighters together.