I’m so glad y’all are here. I can’t wait to spend the next 31 days talking together about living a healthier life.
Before we dive in, I feel like I need to share my story. Whenever I share my story, I feel like I have a net full of butterflies in my stomach fighting to get free.
Right now is no different. I’m nervous. I feel raw. And exposed.
But, that’s okay. My comfort zone is not where I need to be right now. If sharing my story will empower and inspire just one person, then it’s worth it. Comfort zones aren’t where the fun happens anyway, right?
Here goes . . . .
I had my first baby at the age of 19, baby number two was born after I turned 21, the next one at 24, then 27, and 29. Over that ten year time span, I lost and gained weight and lost and gained weight and lost and gained weight . . . . until I decided to stop trying to lose weight and just focus on gaining it. I was really good at that.
In reality, I gave up.
I gave up on ever being healthy. I gave up on ever feeling good about myself again. I gave up on ever feeling sexy.
I just . . . . . . gave up.
Over time, my weight gradually increased.
It wasn’t in a flash. It wasn’t in the blink of an eye. It was a slow process.
Years of inactivity and overindulgence.
It was the slowness, spread out over years, that left me oblivious to how completely unhealthy I had allowed myself to become. It took the culmination of little things, painful things . . . . humiliating things added up to finally grab my attention.
I’ve mentioned before about walking up stairs and having difficulty breathing, being unable to tie my shoes because my stomach area was so large, but there was also the embarrassment about not being able to fit into certain seats in public, the fear of having to ask for a seat belt extender on an airplane, the fear of my man not finding me desirable anymore, the countless silent tears shed into my pillow at night, or the pressure I put on myself to be funny in order to distract people from how I looked.
I wanted to share this picture because I don’t want to paint a completely bleak picture of my life before. I had many, many, many happy moments. I laughed. A lot. Life was good.
Yet, there came a time the private pain outweighed all the rest. I decided enough was enough.
December 6, 2010 was the day I decided to take back my health. It was the day I decided to fight.
It’s been an ugly fight at times, but marked by so many victories. Yes, I’m down over 80 pounds, but my fight isn’t over. I’m still fighting and I’ll keep fighting because giving up is not an option. Not anymore.
I want you to hear me.
Your health is worth fighting for.
Do not give up.
I’ve been where you are.
I know the emotions you’re feeling.
I know how much it hurts.
Decide today to take back your health.
Decide today to put on your boxing gloves, face down the ugly monster and say “It’s on!”
P. S. I’m guest posting over at Sweat is my Sanity today. I’d love for you to stop by.