At one time I weighed 150lbs at five foot six. Best shape of my life; I had to be, I was in the military. It mattered to me to be fit. I wish I’d have kept up with it when I got out, but I didn’t and today I weigh 200lbs.
I’ve tried working out and I just can’t seem to make myself do it. I’ve tried changing eating habits and that proves to be quite stressful. To be fair, I have two teenagers who will not tolerate healthy eating. I just… want to MOVE but I can’t seem to yet. To get up and do something, anything at all to get this damn weight off. Seems the fight in me died. Every time I try, I just feel like what’s the point?
Now, I’m not whining to whine… see, when I was much younger and far more arrogant and stupid, I made fun of overweight people. I couldn’t understand how they couldn’t lose the weight. And now? I’m sorry I ever did that. Not because I’m fat, but because I grew up and realized… a lot of things. I was an asshole. And these last few years I’ve come to understand part of the issue: Low energy, low self image, low motivation, depression… it’s all a big ball of nastiness.
I’m gonna try again. I’m going to try to ignore the demon that tells me I can’t, tells me I’m not good enough, tells me there’s no point to it because I’ll just give up again… tells me I’m a loser.
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