Sometimes you need to accept who you are and where you are at.
I’m fat. I know it. I can look in the mirror and see it. I feel my cheeks flush and my breathe quicken at easy tasks. Seeing that I’m fat is the easy part.
For so long I have ignored the consequences of being overweight. I pretend that heart disease and stroke isn’t a possibility. I pretend that I’m not shortening my life and keeping myself from truly enjoying myself. It’s hard to admit when you need help. It seems almost impossible some days.
Taking the steps to get my blood pressure under control, making sure my cholesterol is under control and ensuring that I don’t become diabetic is important to me. I’m finally willing to admit that I need help. Do I want to be taking blood pressure medication at 24 years old? Well, no, but I also don’t want to have a heart attack. Today it’s a matter of sucking up my pride, admitting that I need help and getting on a healthy path that gets me there.
Losing the weight isn’t going to be easy. To tell you the truth though, being overweight isn’t all that easy either. I’m making a commitment to fight for my body and my health. Some days are going to suck, some days are going to be awesome. I want to push my body and find out what I’m actually capable of. There isn’t any more time for the what ifs. It starts now.