Last post I introduced the Journey. Now is time to begin to elaborate on what I'm talking about.
I'm fat. I know that may come as a shock to some of you, but it's true. Some have used the term "morbidly obese". But I think that doctor was just trying to be a meanie. I've been fat most of my life, with a few exceptions.
My freshman & sophomore year of high school I was in wrestling and thanks to Mr. Short's coaching I was in decent shape. My first four years out of high school I worked in the timber industry and it was an extremely physical job. I was actually in really good shape then.
And then I moved to Wasilla. For the first time in my life I had easy access to fast food. And I continued to drink large amounts of soda. Although I was active, I wasn't nearly as active as when I was logging. And because I had always been at least chubby, I didn't notice that I was getting fatter & fatter until it was too late.
Well, that's not entirely true. I noticed. Everyday there was reminders that things weren't right. But I did my best to ignore them. It's like people do with personal finances. They know they are in debt, but avoid actually adding up how much because the amount will scare them. But that doesn't fix the problem. Often it makes it worse. Denial isn't just a river in Egypt.
So there I was a little over a year ago. I was down to just a few clothing items that actually fit. Physically, more and more things were getting harder and harder to do. It's not a good thing when you can no longer get bent over to tie your shoes.
I knew things had to change. And I knew it wasn't going to be easy. And I'm a big fan of easy.
So, I began the Journey...