The Wake up Call

In January 2009, I lost my grandpa to heart disease. Unfortunately, it wasn't a surprise that he passed away. He was always overweight and had bad life choices and habits. He was unwilling and unable to exercise. His health deteriorated to the point that his body just gave out. As I saw him lay there, dying, I realized, this will be me someday if I don't change. I had been told a few months prior to his demise that I was borderline HBP, borderline high cholesterol, and pre-diabetic. It's funny what you look back on in hindsight, and truly I have no idea why I hadn't tried to do anything about my weight before 1/09, except I had never found the right motivation: I didn't think I had a problem. I didn't care how I looked. I was tired. I was not willing to make exercise a priority. I wanted to eat whatever I wanted, because of childhood neglect. I never took my health into consideration.

I am happily married, and my husband and I have always sworn by the "I'll love you no matter how you look" adage. We both gained weight in our current 13 year marriage. After seeing grandpa suffer and pass away, I drank my last Mt. Dew and said I am changing my life. This is it. I was 200 lbs. on January 25, 2009, and I wore a women's size 18/20, when I started my life changing diet and exercise routine. Today, I write this, 14 months later; I am 149 lbs, and in a size 6/8. I blogged from the beginning, on Myspace, and regret never formally getting into a more reputable blog site, such as this, until now. But, I am currently sharing my successes with a few of my friends whom I wouldn't have if the New Kids on the Block hadn't reunited, and I decided to go ahead, write it all out again, and then get caught up to date with my journey to a better me.