It's time to get serious about this weight loss thing and time to make it permanent. Here's why:
First of all (and this is the least important), I want to like what I see when someone photographs me instead of thinking of how awful and FAT I look. Look at that! Can you even count the chins?!
I want to look like the picture on my driver's license again!
There are the practical reasons, of course:
I want to be able to shop in any store and find fashionable clothes in my size. I pretty much HATE all the fat lady clothes. The prints are so ugly, they remind me of the fabric on my grandmother's couch -- huge flowers, abstracts, or paisleys in bright colors. And, ugh, that clingy stretch fabric that sticks to and enhances every bulge! I want shopping for clothes to be fun instead of something I dread.
I want to fit better in my whirlpool tub. What's the point of having jets if your sore parts don't fit under the water, right?
I don't want to have to review safety procedures or have the first aid kit handy whenever I need to shave my legs. As I stand right now, it's hard to reach or even see all the territory I have to cover. That's a trauma waiting to happen.
After my shower, I want my bath towel to go ALL THE WAY around me. Truly, it's the small luxuries I yearn for.
I want to be able to put my socks on while standing up without holding on to the wall.
I also want to be able to tie my shoes without getting winded.
Yes, I DO want it all!
I REALLY want to be comfortable!
I’d like to wear bras that actually fit comfortably. I'm tired of the grooves in my shoulders, the straps that slide down, and those God-awful underwires! I want to be able to cross my arms in front of my chest without my boobs getting in the way (which will make it easier for me to play the piano)!
I want to be able to fit in seats on planes, in stadiums, in theaters, and at other public events. I don't want to have to rub up against the sweaty people next to me or sit with my hands on my lap, with my arms clenched tightly to my sides, so as not to disturb the people on either side of me. And I want to be able to walk in and out of rows without causing any "close encounters" of the embarrassing kind!
I’m sick of “Chub Rub”, too. The rashes are painful and I hate that the inseams wear out before the rest of my pants. I want to be able to cross my legs comfortably!
I want to walk up a flight of stairs and not getting winded - WITHOUT stopping partway up!
I want to be able to tolerate hot weather better. That way I can enjoy more outdoor activities during the summer months.
I want to have more energy, move easily, and feel strong again!
I want to be an active participant in my life; not just someone who sits around waiting to see what comes next.
I want to dance like I did when I was in my 20's!
I want to go horseback riding again.
I want to go hiking at Ricketts Glen and be able to hike the whole 7 miles, like I did just a few short years ago.
I want to run the Garden of Reflection 5k and better my time from 2009.
I want to take long bike rides again, like the one I took with Dottie along the Lehigh River.
And I also want the every day things, like being able to get up off the floor without needing something to hold on to.
Which brings me to the most important reason of all for me to lose weight permanently and improve my lifestyle . . . my health.
I don’t want to get breast cancer. My mother had it and I saw what it did to her. University of Minnesota researchers found that leptin, a hormone associated with weight gain, enhanced the proliferation of both normal and cancerous breast cells. Couple that with my family history and I can't afford to fool around with my weight.
I want to protect my back. Both of my parents had degenerative discs and I’m worried that carrying all this extra weight is increasing my chances for the same problem. Dad spent his last years chewing on Percocets and I've already lost count of Mother's back surgeries and epidural injections.
I want to reduce my risk for Diabetes. My dad had diabetes and my mother has “sugar issues”, too.
Then there's the increased risk of heart attack that comes with obesity. The bigger you are, the more likely you are to have diabetes and high cholesterol and/or suffer a heart attack earlier in life. And my dad had a heart attack, so there's family history there, too.
I also don’t want to develop dementia. Obese people, particularly those with large bellies at midlife, are more likely to develop dementia.
I don’t want to deal with depression. Researchers have found an association between obesity and depression, possibly due to the stigma of being overweight and limited physical activity.
I want to have fewer aches and pains and protect my joints. Carrying excess weight increases the stress on my joints and may increase inflammation throughout my body, which can lead to even more joint pain.
I want to decrease my risk of incontinence. Obese women are twice as likely as women with “normal” bmi’s to have a pelvic floor disorder. Losing just 5% of my body weight can relieve some of the pressure on my pelvic floor. That's only about 12 lbs. SURELY I can do that!
I want my cholesterol to be in the healthy range and in balance.
I want to sleep better and losing weight will help to improve my sleep apnea. I know this will be true because it's happened when I've lost significant weight in the past. Which in turn will help with that energy thing I mentioned above.
I want to have a long and healthy retirement and I want to enjoy it.
Mostly, I NEED to be around as long as possible so that I can be sure my son (who has a disability) is well taken care of.
So, with a list like that, it's easy to see why it's time to get serious.
Don't Give Up!