Suddenly, my old routines and habits became my worst enemy. My trim and athletic figure swelled quickly. It felt like it happened overnight. I couldn't just consume whatever I wanted anymore. That is, unless I wanted to continue with this new trend I was experiencing.
I used to be able to be so carefree with what I ate and now I felt like I had to be a food accountant.
My furnace wasn't burning like it used too.
I could feel my health turning on me. I barely had the energy to get through the day. I couldn't even finish an episode of Hell's Kitchen without nodding off.
I didn't feel like myself anymore.
I tried getting more sleep, sometimes 12 hours on the weekend. I hoped it would give me the burst of energy I needed the following day.
I was still dragging by the time noon hit.
I knew it was not good, but this dusty old scale let me know just how "not good" it really was.
I was rummaging through my garage and found my old scale. I thought, "I should put this to use. What can it hurt?" I cleaned it up, set it in my bathroom, and stepped on it...
211, my jaw was on the ground.
I couldn't move, my brain was frozen.
When I snapped out of it, I caught glimpse of myself in the mirror. The various puffs made me cringe, the thought of not having the energy to even watch TV irritated me.
A bunch of thoughts ran through my head as the day went on. How my situation affected my family. How my daughter was careful not to let her children wear me down. My husband and I hadn't had that spark between us in years. I was so focused on me before this point that I hadn't considered how I was affecting the people around me. The scariest thing was how long could I be there for those I loved if this continues?
I made firm decision that night that I was going to make some changes.