My last post was 5 days ago and that is unacceptable, I apologize for the delay. The quote from the other day was said by Martin Luthor. (not King) A great man was he...
What happens when someone gives up? I mean when they have accepted the hand that they were dealt and given up on trying to change things? First off lets get one thing straight, every hand is a winner if you know how to play the game. If you are fat, it is your fault. I know that hurts but it is true. So stop blaming everyone else for something only you have the power to change. Or better yet if you are an adult and you are fat its your fault, if your a kid its probably your parents fault. No one out there can do anything for you until you take responsibility for yourself and decide to make a change. I met someone the other day who graduated high school at over 425lbs. Thats big real big. He has been out for about a decade now and is weighing in at a mere 190lbs. I do not know the full extent of how he did it but he took responsibility for it and decided he was tired of it. That is absolutely amazing. Contrast that with a friend of mine who graduated a few years ago. He is, I would guess tipping the scale at about 500lbs, and does nothing but make excuses. Now granted he is really big and it is far harder for him to do small menial tasks than it is for most of us out there, but until they step up and take it into their own hands they alone are to blame. If you sit around all day and watch TV or play on a computer while you snack on less than desirable food then you need to stop. Its not helping you get in better shape. To make this a little easier to grab a hold of, think of it like this. You are an adult. No one controls what you eat, or where you go, or what you do on a day to day basis. It is up to you and only you. If you are willing and want help let me know and I would be glad to help. If not then no body can help you I dont care how good they think they are. So I guess the real question is, can you motivate someone who isn't motivated at all?
We are now sitting on day 48 and again I am sorry about the delay. I was out of town for 2 days and it was not as hard as I thought to stay clean. Weighing in this morning I am at 236lbs. Not bad but not ideal. Probably going to get my body fat done on Saturday to see if I need to change anything in my diet. Workouts suffered this week due to being on the road but will catch up some over the next few days. Thanks to all of you out there that read this it helps me stay motivated.
We end today with a fun quote....Give me the name of the movie and or the character that said it...
"Your no daisy, your no daisy at all."
This posts tugs at my heartstrings. My Dad was a 400 lb man...graduated high school as the proud and humble recipient of The Best Physique award, (a rather handsome fella if I do say so myself), and very quickly fell in love with fast food, soda and all things bad. Had a heart attack at age 40 with 7 bypasses...was told he would not live more than 10 more years...developed CHF and Diabetes, then was killed in a motorcycle accident at age 54, more than likely the result of a second heart attack. For years I blamed my stepmom for continually putting HORRIBLE food in front of him at all meals, for constantly insisting he take her out to eat, and for asking him to do things like eat the remainding half of an 8x13 pan of cake so that she could wash the pan and not have to be tempted by it herself. After all, who wants to blame the man you love most for selfishly taking his own life. Though I still hold her responsible for a life of temptation, it was not until a few years ago that I was able to get angry at my dad for the choices he made. He chose what went in his mouth and if he wanted to eat healthy he could have done so. Whether or not he would have lived longer was in the hands of God, but he could have lived a life of much lesser limitation, and a whole lot more love for himself! So, if you are an overweight adult, stop choosing death, ask for help. Don't be afraid to show yourself in a gym...walk in with your head held high--all 500 lbs of you--held high because you chose to walk in that gym rather than spend another night on the couch with a bowl of less than desirable toxic "food" in your lap. For the short time I worked out at the Y before finding my new PCF home, there was a man who came by himself everyday--built just like my dad--and worked slow and steady for at least an hour with weights and cardio machines. I know on more than one instance he caught me watching him, and I never had the guts to walk up to him and tell him that my interest in him was not of disgust or anything of that sort, but rather of admiration and envy...that he, quite possibly a father, chose a path to better himself so that his family can be blessed with a few more years of his love. That may be one of my biggest regrets...never telling him, though a complete stranger, that he touched my heart, and I was proud of him every day I saw him there!!
ReplyDeleteWow...! Mindy you said that beautifully. I think your story might be better then the post itself... Use this story to inspire others and maybe you can stop by the Y sometime and tell him. :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Ryan. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for giving me the opportunity to put all of my thoughts together. It is far too seldom that we take the time to piece together years of fragmented emotions. You know, I might just have to make a trip back to the Y....wonder if I can use my story to get them to let me thru the doors as a non-member...
ReplyDeleteunless u get another post up by nights end, you just went another five days...and just your last post you said that was unnacceptable
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