Ignition, inspiration and Regret

On December 25, 2011 my husband had a heart attack at age 34.

I am much more unhealthy and in worse physical shape. This was a real slap in the face for me. I spent the week between the holidays in a hospital in a strange city, far away from anything close to home. It was not fun.

The weeks after I made a permanent lifestyle change, both in support of my husband and for myself. I didn't want to end up with a heart attack at age 26. Since then, I have lost a considerable amount of weight and my intention is to continue on. I regret that I have let myself slide into this pit of ugly ridiculousness, however I believe that I will survive and come out on top in the end. However, this time it won't be the top of the weight charts!

I think the most embarrassing moment of my adult life was when a doctor left the examination room in disgust telling me she had to go find a thigh cuff to take my blood pressure properly. I don't know why I didn't clue in at the time, but until now my actions have been inexcusable. Since then, I have had yearly examinations and they have all resulted in relief. Apparently, I am perfectly healthy aside from all this excess weight. I can guarantee that if I continue in this way, I won't pass the tests for much longer.

I am here to change, and to garner the support and guidance (and scolding when I fall out of sync with my goals) of this community to help keep me honest with myself. I intend to do the same for everyone.

So, send me a 'friend request' and help keep me honest if you like. After all, once a person hits the bottom of the grave he/she has been digging, there's a choice: to lie down and give up, or to get up and climb back out. I'm certainly on my way back out.