Psssst! Hey, fellow fat-fighter. Yeah, YOU!
Are you losing your motivation?
Did you start this journey with a long list of reasons to get healthier and an iron resolve that seemed to only get stronger with every pound shed? Did you feel invincible and wonder why on earth everyone couldn’t get their act together like you did?
And then one day I woke up and it just…wasn’t…there…anymore.
I searched for it, I tried to relight it, I even accepted that it might never burn as bright as it did once upon a time. I missed the old flames, yearned for them. Wished and hoped that one day they’d rekindle.
And then I got over it.
I can make a list of a thousand reasons I want to lose weight, but the truth is that weighing enough to call this board home means that there is a single reason to stay in the fight that I must never lose sight of:
I want to LIVE.
I want to experience life in a body that doesn’t limit my choices and opportunities at every turn. I want a life that isn’t cut short by the health issues that obesity fosters. I want to make decisions free of the fat, to not have to the width of my body decide what I can and cannot do. I don’t want to be crushed under the weight I carry or the emotional burden it brings with it.
If I was stuck in a burning building, I wouldn’t sit idly by while the smoke got thicker wishing I could breathe better. I wouldn’t walk half way to the door where the air was a little clearer and sit back down. And I certainly wouldn’t stay there as the flames got closer, telling myself “Well, at least it’s warm in here…”
Of course not. I would run, I would fight, I would break down the walls if I had to. I would do everything I could to escape the flames and breathe clean air again.
This is not about wearing cute clothes or turning heads. It’s not about being a certain size or shedding a specific number of pounds. This is about LIFE and DEATH.
I choose LIFE.
Which do YOU choose? What are you going to do today to make it happen?
Been a long time...
1 week ago