On January 13th 2012 I made the decision that I needed to be healthier. My weight had progressively risen over the years to a point where I now weighed 210.5 pounds. My Body Mass Index (BMI) was 27.7, which was at the high end of the overweight category nearing obesity. I was taking two medications for high blood pressure and even with the help of daily pills my ratings were 146/95. My health was deteriorating and I felt miserable.
A recent visit to my doctor was a wake-up call. I had two cancer scares and the doctor explained that unless I changed my lifestyle and took better care of myself I would likely not be around very long. One of the first suggestions he made was to lose some weight and begin an exercise program.
Today marks day 56 of my diet. That means I have officially been doing this for eight weeks. Eight weeks, I can’t believe it! It feels like only yesterday that I was starting this journey to become healthier.
At the time I weighed just over 210 pounds, an all-time high for me. I was diagnosed with high blood pressure and the doctor had me on two separate medications to manage my condition. Even on two pills for treatment my blood pressure was still 146/95. The doctor went on to say that I was suffering from a fatty liver and that I was slowly killing myself.
An important part of any lifestyle change is having a good support structure. Whether you are trying to quit smoking, lose weight, exercise, or any other change you need to have people who can support and encourage you during the difficult times that come along. I have been very lucky and have an awesome support group who is cheering me on during this weight loss journey.
My kids have been great giving me encouragement and noticing the changes even when others fail to notice. They are there to help me overcome any temptations that might creep up along the journey. When Valentine’s Day came around and everyone else was receiving boxes of chocolates and other sweet treats, my daughter Mallorie gave me a small container of radishes along with a note telling me how great I was looking and how proud she was. It was touching and really meant a lot at the time.