I am afraid of lots of things....driving on icy roads, tornadoes, cancer, financial short-falls...you name it and I have, probably at least once, been afraid of it.
Now I have one more thing to add to my list. Last night I watched a show about people who grew up perfectly normal, struggled at times with their weight, had a few pregnancies or other life-altering events along the way, and woke up one day at 375 pounds.
Folks, that could be me... and that terrifies me. I could see myself in those people's faces and hear my voice in their words. I am more than several pounds over my "I'll never cross that line" weight, have yet to lose my baby fat, and recently started buying clothes at the other end of the rack. People have told me, "Oh, you don't need to worry...you would never let yourself get that heavy." It's awful nice of them to say that but the thing is....they're just words. It really does take serious action on my part and I'm not sure I have it in me.
I've joined the Fat Olympics II and this time it's 8 weeks (by the way, Theresa, your check is almost in the mail). This time it needs to be different. Don't get me wrong, I don't think that heavy people are bad and I certainly have nothing against them. But, I know that if I ever reach 300 pounds I may not have the strength to come back.
For lunch today I packed a whole lotta celery and a prayer.