A Little History

I am not a healthy person. I have never desired to live my life in a healthy manner. I eat what I want, when I want. I drink Mountain Dew by the gallon. I've smoked. I've drank. I've smoked pot as a teen. I've even engaged in some "risky" behavior in my younger years that is better left unsaid.

I know I probably sound like most other Americans, but I've reached a point in my life where it's time to shape up or ship out, as the old saying goes. I'm overweight, tend to say I can't rather than trying, having episodes I can't explain, and tired all the time. I'm 37 years old, and I'm too young to feel this way.

So tomorrow, I have a doctor's appointment to have my blood pressure checked. I had it checked last year, and it was borderline, above normal for the first time in my life. At that time, borderline meant nothing to me. I didn't change anything, continuing to eat what I wanted, at all times. I didn't start exercising like recommended. Borderline isn't bad, or so I thought.

Now, don't get me wrong, I would love to be skinny, and have men look at me in an admiring fashion when I walk into a room. That has never happened, but it would be nice. My husband tells me I'm beautiful all the time, but isn't that some requirement of a husband if he wishes to stay out of the doghouse?

Two years ago, I weighed in at 242lbs. I'm 5"4' tall. That is a lot. I had quit smoking and ballooned up. Once I got over the living-without-cigarettes thing, I began to walk. For a whole summer I walked everyday. I really didn't watch what I ate. I just walked....miles. By the end of the summer, I had lost 40lbs, but was still over 200lbs. I injured my back, and that is where the weight loss stopped. I was out of commission for about 6 months, and never got back to it. I regained 10lbs.

This is where I'm at today. 212lbs, heading to the doctor tomorrow for a checkup and a lifestyle change. I have to do something.