Off and on throughout my life, I've went on one diet or another and every time, I've failed. And yes, I mean failed. As in I would lose a little weight, lose focus or motivation, and I'd dive right back into old habits and balloon back to where I was and sometimes with a few extra layers of me added in.
Right now, I'm not focusing on a number for the end. I'm trying my hardest to not focus on the number on the scale, though I kind of have to for Dietbet. I'm trying to focus more on increasing my time at the gym. Increasing my intensity. On pushing myself to get stronger and have more stamina. I'm wanting to keep up with my husband and son. I don't want to be bogged down with meds and constant finger pricks and the fear that the next scratch could become something worse. Or that I might get chest pains and end up to the point that I can't walk 10ft without having to take a breather, simply because my heart isn't efficient.
And all that is saying something, since I'm 42 years old. I have quite a few friends a decade younger than I am and they're already suffering from weight related illnesses and I can only complain of my legs and back hurting more and that I am slower than everyone else. Otherwise, my lab numbers are awesome. But I know my number is quickly approaching and I want to stave that off for as long as I possibly can.
So my why...because there is always a why...
Me - longevity, quality of life, and health
My Husband - a LIFE partner, share experiences with, love
My son - to see my grandchildren, to not hold HIM back from living a good, full, rich life filled with amazing experiences.
Those are my whys. And they're greater than fear...than complacency...than habit...than laziness.