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For me, there are several factors:
1. 9/11. Now, you might be thinking, WTH is she talking about? They didn't fly a fat girl into the World Trade Centers. Well, no they didn't. But you know what really got to me? At 325 pounds could I have helped someone else out of the building? Would I have been someone the firefighters or someone else could help get out of the building? Would I have been strong enough, healthy enough, spry enough during a vast disaster such as that at 325? No. I decided then and there I would have to do something about my weight. If I don't have health on my side, I endanger those around me during a disaster, be it natural or otherwise. And I must be strong for my family and myself!
2. Vanity. Face it. Putting houndstooth over my frame at 325 would make me look like I done ate the hound. If you haven't seen my really BAD before pictures before, I'll post them sometime. They are truly a horror to behold. I miss shopping at thrift stores and buying the cute retro clothes! I miss shopping for shoes and not having feet so fat that I had to look for the Fred Flintstone model. I miss being able to wear lipstick and not look like the fat witch in the Little Mermaid. I want to be pretty, ding dang it!
3. Health. I really miss running 3 miles a day! I miss jumping. Yes. Jumping! At 325, there was no way I could jump. Even now, if I jump, I blind myself with a flailing arm flap. That's no fun. I might even knock someone out with an airborn breast. It's not a pretty sight! I want to be limber, be able to jump around. I want to do a somersault again!
4. I want to teach my kids good habits and to be adults who don't respond to crisis or emotion with food. Our kids are made up of half OUR DNA. If we have issues with food and blood sugars, more than likely so do they. If we're predisposed to being fat--guess what! So are they. Since I've begun Atkins, the junk foods have been filtering out of my house very slowly. Now the kids begs me to make devilled eggs as an afternoon snack, when once we all sat around foisting chips into our mouths. My kids have been trimming down. We go out and play croquet or basketball! We even moved near a park and walking trail for access to more exercise! We've never been happier since we've changed! But, as the mom, it was really up to me. And looking at how I used to manage this family with regards to food and lack of exercise breaks my heart. Never again! My kids are learning to talk when frustrated, to sleep when tired, or to come and read with me or we'll spend time together when they're bored. And we no longer center birthdays and holidays around food. And you know what? They don't care! Because we're all together. So who's teaching them that food is so important in our lives? I was. No more.
Thank you Dr A!
Thank you, ADBB!
1. 9/11. Now, you might be thinking, WTH is she talking about? They didn't fly a fat girl into the World Trade Centers. Well, no they didn't. But you know what really got to me? At 325 pounds could I have helped someone else out of the building? Would I have been someone the firefighters or someone else could help get out of the building? Would I have been strong enough, healthy enough, spry enough during a vast disaster such as that at 325? No. I decided then and there I would have to do something about my weight. If I don't have health on my side, I endanger those around me during a disaster, be it natural or otherwise. And I must be strong for my family and myself!
2. Vanity. Face it. Putting houndstooth over my frame at 325 would make me look like I done ate the hound. If you haven't seen my really BAD before pictures before, I'll post them sometime. They are truly a horror to behold. I miss shopping at thrift stores and buying the cute retro clothes! I miss shopping for shoes and not having feet so fat that I had to look for the Fred Flintstone model. I miss being able to wear lipstick and not look like the fat witch in the Little Mermaid. I want to be pretty, ding dang it!
3. Health. I really miss running 3 miles a day! I miss jumping. Yes. Jumping! At 325, there was no way I could jump. Even now, if I jump, I blind myself with a flailing arm flap. That's no fun. I might even knock someone out with an airborn breast. It's not a pretty sight! I want to be limber, be able to jump around. I want to do a somersault again!
4. I want to teach my kids good habits and to be adults who don't respond to crisis or emotion with food. Our kids are made up of half OUR DNA. If we have issues with food and blood sugars, more than likely so do they. If we're predisposed to being fat--guess what! So are they. Since I've begun Atkins, the junk foods have been filtering out of my house very slowly. Now the kids begs me to make devilled eggs as an afternoon snack, when once we all sat around foisting chips into our mouths. My kids have been trimming down. We go out and play croquet or basketball! We even moved near a park and walking trail for access to more exercise! We've never been happier since we've changed! But, as the mom, it was really up to me. And looking at how I used to manage this family with regards to food and lack of exercise breaks my heart. Never again! My kids are learning to talk when frustrated, to sleep when tired, or to come and read with me or we'll spend time together when they're bored. And we no longer center birthdays and holidays around food. And you know what? They don't care! Because we're all together. So who's teaching them that food is so important in our lives? I was. No more.
Thank you Dr A!
Thank you, ADBB!
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