Not so long ago, I was in New Jersey for the holidays. There were cameras everywhere. When I saw the photos, I was sad. My weight was out of control and I looked like hell. It wasn’t just my body. My skin was dull and I looked exhausted. Those photos stick in my head as a moment when I grew fed up accepting the status quo when it came to my health.
I gained a ton of weight before I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism. It took forever to find the right combination of meds to get me regulated. Then, I lost 15 lbs. fast.
After that, I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t losing weight easily. If my thyroid was regulated, what was the problem? Oh, yeah, bad habits.
It still took me a while to look inside and figure out that I was dissatisfied with being unhealthy. I needed to move more and eat differently. (Most importantly, I learned that I needed to eat in order to lose weight. Food is fuel and without it, I am cranky and have no energy to move.)
One of the things that triggered permanent change for me was my father’s stroke, almost a year ago. It put a spotlight on heart health for me. I knew that I had to make changes to improve my changes. If I can prevent it, I don’t want to go through what my father has been through.
I started eating better. More importantly, I was more conscious of my food choices. I began exercising regularly. I hit a huge roadblock when the gallstones caused all sorts of interference. But, now that the gallbladder is out, things are so much better.
Now, I am working on getting back into a regular schedule with exercise.
Making that choice is hard. Habits are difficult to break. Admitting that you aren’t perfect sucks. Opening yourself up to the idea that you could fail is scary.
But it’s worth it. I’m not satisfied yet, but I’m getting there.