F42 - 5’6 - SW - 229 - CW - 150 - GW - a 8 minute km would be nice - Disability - secondary progressive multiple sclerosis
I was never that fat. Even with my gp and my neuro telling me to lose weight. Or that at work, when working, I’d get scale errors from my gut hitting the scale. Denial is a strong in this one.
And then, the pandemic hit and the world shut down. I was off of because of my immunodeficient status. I was bored, depressed and anxious. I needed to get out of my head, so - I went for a walk to look at the ships in the canal that is by my house. I went every day. 6 months later, I had lost 20 pounds and decided it was time to look into this diet noise and downloaded mfp.
I started logging and realized how much effort it would take to work off 5 timbits and had 2 instead. I also realized, if it’s in my house, it’s in my mouth and I’ll feel like shit. I don’t keep much junk in my house anymore. Lean protein is my go too.
Walking turned to running and I have 1200 miles since January. My friend calls me the Forrest Gump of Ontario. It is my therapy and my obsession.
It hasn’t been easy at all. I have a dropped left foot that snags and fatigue so dense that I aspirate. I run most days, only when I am injured or in seizure danger - I don’t.
The world is a wondrous and awe inspiring place. Each new day can be one day forward. It’s true, every journey starts with a single step.
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