Monday, May 27, 2013
I'm sick of my weight being a part of my life...like a conjoined twin...the (pardon my choice of words) elephant in the room. I feel I have to make apologies or excuses or worse yet, feel ashamed. This is insane and I've had enough!
Tipping the scales at nearly 280 pounds is a bit humbling. I don't feel 280 pounds. Well, except when I lie down and my heart starts racing. Or when I try to get dressed and nothing fits. Or when I happen to look in a mirror and see myself. OK, on second thought, maybe I do but I'm in denial.
I've gained 30 pounds in about eight months...I've been over 225 pounds for the past 22 years. That's almost half my life. Is this the message I want to sent to my children? To my grandchildren one day? Am I even going to be here to see my grandchildren? Something has to change. I've lost and gained hundreds of pounds over the years and somehow seem to end up right back here. Self-pity and self-loathing is about as effective as eating a box of cookies...it's time to move!