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Are You Tired Of Looking At Yourself In The Mirror And Seeing A Big Fat Person Looking Back At You?
Health is the most important thing in our lives, but too often, we make it our last priority.
When was the last time you jogged, ate an apple, walked home from work or avoided a smoky bar? If it's been a while since you've done any of these things, then it's well past due for you to listen to what I have to say.
I used to be a big fat person.
If I showed you a picture, you would agree without feeling guilty or rude. There are no doubts about it.
I was 34 years old and weighed 250 pounds. I could barely run to catch a bus and every day I struggled to make it up the steps to my apartment.
My weight was a constant source of embarrassment. I was ashamed by what I looked like, I was scared to talk to girls and I was humiliated by my disregard for my wellbeing.
I hated when people would talk about how much they jogged or how far they biked or how healthy they are. Not only was I excluded from these conversations, but I felt like even if I did have something to contribute, I'd be ridiculed for expressing them because of my weight.
My weight was all anyone ever saw when they talked about me and it was all I ever saw when I looked at myself. Being overweight was a depressing situation and one that I thought there was no way out of.
Despite how horribly depressed I was about my weight, I never did anything about it.
I joined a gym, but never went. I bought vegetables and fruits, but they would just sit in my fridge till they went bad and I had to throw them out. I considered quitting smoking dozens of times, but it just seemed like there was always an excuse not to.
For close to twenty years I went to sleep wishing that somehow I would magically lose the weight overnight. I dreamed of the morning I would wake up and would be 100 pounds lighter. It was a horrible dream because every morning when I woke up fat, it just made me even more depressed.
A friend of mine mentioned that his company had just started doing work for a new gym that was going open near our house and as a result, he was being given a personal trainer's services for free.
He must have seen the look for jealousy in my eyes because as soon as he told me about the trainer he stopped talking. I told him that I was happy for him and that being in shape was important.
He then asked me the one question that I had been dreading my entire life and that I had hoped no one would ever ask me.
He asked me, "If you are really so miserable, why don't you do something about it? And don't tell me you've tried, because I know you, if you really wanted to do something, you'd do it."
I knew right then and there that my friend was right. I believe that in everyone's life, there comes a certain point of no return. A moment where they know that whatever decision they make right then and there will have a devastating impact on the rest of their lives. For me, this was that moment.
I knew that if I told my friend that I had tried and that I couldn't do it, I would never be able to. No matter how hard I wanted it in the future. But I also knew that if I told him I was going to try and that I was going to succeed, that nothing could stop me.
I thought for just a split second before I told him about the race and how I was about to start training and getting myself in shape for it.
He smiled when I said that.
It took me most of the next year, but I eventually succeeded in my goal of losing 100 pounds. The day that happened I celebrated by going on a run. It was the greatest moment I've ever felt in my entire life.