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Here we are December. Nearly 12 months ago I resolved to be healthier. It hasn’t been prosperous. I have a sit down job, where I worked this year some 12 hours days. Add another 3 hours commute and my day was pretty much a sit down affair. I am probably in the worst shape of my life. I cry at night when I think about it.
I remember in my mid-twenties my mother telling me the decade of forty was her best. My mom was stunning in her forties. I looked forward to 40 and being as glamorous my mom. What I didn’t take into account is my mom is very different from me. She has always been a size 8 or smaller. She has been active her entire life…she is still, at 67, perhaps the strongest woman I know (physically).
Me? I have struggled with my weight since my second child. Add the birth of many more and I have been a roller coaster on a scale. After the Beauty queen I thinned down.
Here I am, just out of high school.
I was curvy and a size seven. I was in the best shape of my life. I was strong.
Here I am in 2002, my Beauty Queen was six months old and I was a size 14. I wasn’t nearly as strong as I was in the picture above, but I liked who I was much better. I was happy!
I felt empowered. I didn’t care that I was a double-digit size, or that I weighed somewhere in the 180 range. I just liked being me and felt beautiful. My decade of 30 was incredible.
Then my life began in a downhill spiral. I won’t go into the drama that unfolded, but food became my source of love. It filled a void–still does.
In 2006 I couldn’t get off the ground from a criss-cross applesauce position–and I’ll spare you the details of what it took to get into the position. I In 2007, I was a team lead and I wanted to be an example to my team, so I joined a weight loss group at work. I was successful and lost 50 pounds. I kept that weight off until 2011, when I found myself a caregiver for neighbors, grandparent, children and everyone but myself.
Then in 2013, I entered the workforce after a 7 year absence. The job is in an office and I love it, but I am aware my source of exercise is from my chair to the copier–all about eight feet. I’ve gained 40 pounds.
So? Here we are, weary of diets.
I’m tired and I’m ready for change.
I know this begins with me.
It is going to take courage, commitment, and determination. I feel confident that I can become the person I want to be inside and out.
I’m ready for the party, where I am the guest of honor.
I’m ready to live life on purpose.