Like many of you, weight loss has been a struggle for most of my life. Now that I'm aging (gracefully, I hope), I am faced with health issues associated with my weight. It's no longer just a desire to lose a little weight so I can look cute in jeans.
I sat in my doctor's office, a few weeks ago, sobbing because I realized that I can't run from this anymore. Well, unless I'm literally running. I'm faced with high blood pressure, diabetes, and thyroid issues, and this is all due to my weight. I can't blame genetics or my body because they are doing exactly what they are programmed to do. It's my choices. My in-the-moment everyday choices.
It's a vicious cycle, I tell ya. I make a bad dietary choice. I get upset then I eat more. Then I vow to 'screw it all' and never diet again. Then I sleep on it and know that's the not the right decision. So I am back to the grind regretting my choices and dreaming of the day I can go up and down the steps without being out of breath.
I have to do this. I have to do this for my health. I have too much to give and to live, and being sidelined because I could not resist pop tarts or a pizza is ridiculous. In 2016 will be Finally Fit.