This date in personal history
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
24 years ago this evening, my then husband locked me out of my room so I would not have access to my coat. This was because I proposed to go to a Weight Watchers at Work meeting to "do something" about my weight. I was so desperate that despite his disapproval at this "desertion" beyond my working all day... I swiped HIS coat from the closet and went to my first meeting.
My hair hung in greasy clumps. I weighed in at 224.5 pounds. Oh, Em, Gee! Talk about discouragement. But they gave me a program to follow, and I was determined to give it a fair try. I followed it to the letter for months and months, and managed to drop 80 pounds. Partway through the weight loss I knew I would need to add activity to keep losing. And in the time I was trying to maintain that loss, I discovered running.
Folks, I would like to say I stayed consistent for that whole 24 years. But NOT! Like folks who have tried to quit smoking multiple times, I fell backwards several times, even regained the whole lot once... BUT... I had learned what it felt like, and I had learned the process... and I never stopped wanting this active lifestyle.
Here I sit, on the 24th anniversary of deciding to "do something about it" and starting. I am at a healthy BMI. I am active nearly every day, even if it's "just a brisk walk". I am eating healthier, and while I still have my slips... I have been catching them sooner, and rejoicing on each return to what I now consider "normal" healthy behavior.
Here's to NEVER giving up hope, even during those slips. Life is too good to miss out: Spark on! Spark people didn't exist 24 years ago, but a spark did light inside me then.