Okay. I am going to throw it out there. I am big and I hate it. About two years ago I lost 30 pounds at the request of my doctor and I did it. I went from 232 to 202. Hurray! Then I allowed work to stress me out to where I ate and ate and ate and ate. The irony is that while I cut and cut and cut the $$$ because of my work obligation, I grew and grew and grew.
Two days ago I walked by a scale and thought I'd just check it out (don't know why the scale was there) and well guess what? I am now at 254 lbs. What?!? What?!? Again, What!?! 254!?! How did that happen? When did that happen? Why did that happen?
Then my mind flooded with memories of when I was a thin dancer, actor, and sexy guy.
Years ago I used to mock and make fun the idea of dieting and how if you don't stick with it you'll gain it all back again and more. Well, I'll tell you what, I am eating my words (or the pizza sitting next to me). Oh no, I am now one of those?
I recently joined Facebook and have decided to go to my 20th High School reunion. Again, what? 20 years!?! Oh, yes. I need a reason to lose the pounds and am proud that I even want to attend the reunion. I have learned the last few months that not only have I evolved, but many others as well.
Anyone that reads this please encourage me and share any story you may have.
Love to you all.
--Sean