The Amazon reflects, self-motivates.
Jul. 23rd, 2008 09:15 amWhen I first started working out and watching my diet in 2004, I was 5'9" and weighed 230, 27 pounds over what is considered obese.
Forget about the handwaves you'll sometimes hear from people about doctors having set obesity benchmarks too stringently-- I'll TELL you what obesity is. Obesity, for me, was daily acid reflux. It was bad sleep and exhaustion and insomnia, including having to sleep in a certain way so that the fat on my chest and throat wouldn't cut off my airflow. Eric sometimes had to keep vigil during the night to make sure I was still breathing. It was rising mobility issues-- little things-- movie theater seats being too tight, seatbelts at amusement park rides not fitting, bolted-down tables and chairs at restaurants being too snug against my stomach. It was the insidious rise in my blood pressure-- occasional dizziness, shortness of breath. I was on birth control pills, too. Oh, MAN, I was sweating bullets about strokes and blood clots when my blood pressure started steadily rising.
I don't know when exactly I came to the realization that the the pieces were coming together to form a really bad picture. But I am really glad I did, and my one regret is I didn't do it sooner. I gained about 10 pounds back before I moved up here, and I was painfully conscious of the difference between a heavier me and a lighter me. I'm now at 186. I need to go further, but I also cherish the little things I DO have that obesity denied me. Easy clothes shopping. Restful sleep, energy. Ambition. Healthy, empowered choices. My realization that I needed to lose weight wasn't about looks, it was about health-- this decision means that I won't ever say "eh, I'm older, my looks aren't so important"-- my health is and should always be a big part of my decision-making process. I read articles like the one below to remind me of what we face now in our collective health as a society, and what we'll face in the future, when things like cardiovascular disease and diabetes-related disabilities will become commonplace among younger and younger people. (WALL-E made me simultaneously want to go to my gym and my garden!!) We will see (possibly already are seeing) this financially in our taxpaying outlook, as more and more people require disability assistance. I'd like to think us geeks getting together to encourage each other, be it through exercising together, going dancing, cheer-leading, advice, or a penalty bet(!), is part of taking care of that collective health and each other as friends, as well as taking responsibility for ourselves. To me, this is a part of being a good citizen!
Forget about the handwaves you'll sometimes hear from people about doctors having set obesity benchmarks too stringently-- I'll TELL you what obesity is. Obesity, for me, was daily acid reflux. It was bad sleep and exhaustion and insomnia, including having to sleep in a certain way so that the fat on my chest and throat wouldn't cut off my airflow. Eric sometimes had to keep vigil during the night to make sure I was still breathing. It was rising mobility issues-- little things-- movie theater seats being too tight, seatbelts at amusement park rides not fitting, bolted-down tables and chairs at restaurants being too snug against my stomach. It was the insidious rise in my blood pressure-- occasional dizziness, shortness of breath. I was on birth control pills, too. Oh, MAN, I was sweating bullets about strokes and blood clots when my blood pressure started steadily rising.
I don't know when exactly I came to the realization that the the pieces were coming together to form a really bad picture. But I am really glad I did, and my one regret is I didn't do it sooner. I gained about 10 pounds back before I moved up here, and I was painfully conscious of the difference between a heavier me and a lighter me. I'm now at 186. I need to go further, but I also cherish the little things I DO have that obesity denied me. Easy clothes shopping. Restful sleep, energy. Ambition. Healthy, empowered choices. My realization that I needed to lose weight wasn't about looks, it was about health-- this decision means that I won't ever say "eh, I'm older, my looks aren't so important"-- my health is and should always be a big part of my decision-making process. I read articles like the one below to remind me of what we face now in our collective health as a society, and what we'll face in the future, when things like cardiovascular disease and diabetes-related disabilities will become commonplace among younger and younger people. (WALL-E made me simultaneously want to go to my gym and my garden!!) We will see (possibly already are seeing) this financially in our taxpaying outlook, as more and more people require disability assistance. I'd like to think us geeks getting together to encourage each other, be it through exercising together, going dancing, cheer-leading, advice, or a penalty bet(!), is part of taking care of that collective health and each other as friends, as well as taking responsibility for ourselves. To me, this is a part of being a good citizen!