I am now 63 years old. I have been fighting this weight loss battle ALL. MY. LIFE.
Well, almost. I was put on my first diet at age 10. Given "horse urine" shots from the doctor. Didn't work.
After that it was one attempt after another, off and on, for the rest of my life.
My weight was up and down, up and down. As a teen and early twenty-something, I "almost" got down to a normal weight, for a nano second.
I won't go into all the stuff I've tried. Literally dozen of types of attempts to lose weight.
Thousands of dollars.
Buckets of tears.
My message today isn't what I've tried, or even the fact that they all eventually failed for lots of different reasons.
My message to you "young uns" is simple: DON'T WAIT.
PLEASE DON'T WAIT.
I can distinctly remember being 30 years old. I was once again whining about wishing I knew how
to play the guitar. Suddenly, I felt slapped up side the head with a vision: I blinked and I was 40, and still didn't know how to play the guitar, and was still whining about it. I felt jarred, the inner vision was so real. So... I went out, bought a guitar and taught myself to play.
Oh how I wish I had been slapped up side the head with the same kind of vision in regards to losing weight!! To pay the piper back then, whatever the cost.
To do it sooner, rather than later.
If you think this post is all about regrets, then you miss my point, and I haven't made it clear. Oh sure, I have regrets. But that's not my point here.
I am trying to point out to you HOW FAST LIFE FLIES BY.
And imploring you to get as healthy as you can, as soon as you can.
LIFE IS SHORT.
I really can't believe I am 63. Honestly, inside the REAL ME, I feel about... oh... I'd say about 39.
Sounds weird, I know. But inside I am not 63. Nu-uh, nope.
Inside, my hair is not falling out at an alarming rate by the globfuls.
Inside, my knees don't scream in protest every time I get up from my wheelchair.
Inside, I am strong and full of energy and enthusiasm, regardless of what my body says to the contrary.
This next Saturday I'm going in for a new sleep study to determine how much oxygen they need to add to my CPAP machine. My congestive heart failure is acting up.
What's that?? No no no, but I'm only 39!? I'm not losing the last of my teeth soon, being fitted with dentures and being put on oxygen!?
I'm not a fat, graying, balding, toothless, crippled old woman who dearly wishes she had done exactly what she is pleading with YOU to do, and lost that weight while younger.
Do it now, my friends. Your older self will thank your younger self!!
Yeah, I know... it's never too late. And I am making progress now.
But trust me, it's better to do it sooner.
This is from my heart, hoping it reaches someone else's heart to spare them from going through what I am...