I just heard this morning that someone I know (not well, but as acquaintances) died last night. He was in his early 50s and extremely overweight. He died of a sudden heart attack.
My first thought, of course, is for his family. He leaves a wife and four children; it's so tragic I don't even know what to say.
My second thought is...that could me be. Or could have been me. It reminds me how fragile this life is and how easy it is to lose it. It also strengthens my resolve to do what I need to do to improve my health. How many times have I said to myself as I put something fattening into my mouth, "Oh, well, even if I don't live to be 90, at least I'll be enjoying life while I'm here--eating good things and not killing myself on a treadmill. Who wants that?" Well, it turns out that I want that, if it means that I can avoid the tragedy that just befell this family.
So, so, so sad.
Edited by: PERIWINKLE88 at: 5/10/2012 (09:10)
Lost 65 pounds just in time for my 40th birthday. Now maintaining my weight loss, training for a half marathon and lifting weights seriously. Love my body and love my life. It was all worth it!
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