“You have found a guy who can see past your extra pounds; you no longer care about what size you are. Why is it that you still want to lose weight and go on a diet?”To be honest, it’s no longer the look that bothers me, but the extra weight. Why? My body is small. I’ve always been a short petite. What I have noticed about the extra weight is that it has made it harder for me to operate in my daily activities (which currently are very few). It has made it difficult for me to stay on my feet longer than three hours straight—and even that is an improvement from when I first started this diet and exercise plan.
I’m not too focused on the weight number, but on the amount of fat I have on my body. I’m sure the weight wouldn’t be so hard on me if it was made out of muscle to begin with. So my goal is to lose the fat, gain strength, and to be healthy and balanced. The mind can only be so strong with a body that is weak. I believe that in order to gain a greater amount of knowledge, the body must be fit as a whole.
I am a very determined and strong-willed person most all the time. Once I set my mind to something, you should best believe that it will happen. Why haven’t I done this in the past? I didn’t have the right reason to try. Growing up, I have been plagued with cruel children who poke fun and humiliate others who aren’t up to par with the popular fad, one of which has been a slim physique and new clothes for as long as I can remember.
For the most part, I moved through my life believing that I would just have to accept that I would be overweight my entire life. I know that there are plenty of people out there that say, “Size doesn’t matter.” They are correct, except when it comes to health. My mother may have passed away due to lung cancer, but it wasn’t the only thing that brought her health to its knees.
My mother was overweight, sleep deprived, and diabetic. She could barely stay on her feet longer than twenty to forty minutes at a time. Her sleep apnea made it difficult for her to get rest and may have been triggered by her inability to breathe easily—smoking and weight were two major reasons, I’m sure. Diabetes is something that has popped up a lot in my family. I know little about it, but I do know that what you eat when you’re at your prime can greatly effect whether or not you get diabetes—or at least that a healthy intake in your better years can postpone diabetes.
I am currently twenty three years old. I am drug and alcohol free and because of a couple instances with my father’s health since my mother’s passing, I eat very healthy. Now that I have figured out a reason—inspiration—I have been working to increase the amount of physical activity I do each week. Right now, it has been difficult due to lack of funds, space, and knowledge. (I at least know not to try doing exercises without knowing exactly how to do them—that you can easily hurt yourself by doing it incorrectly or too much.)
I hope to increase my immunity to sickness and allergies. I hope to increase my endurance, cardio, and my lungs. I hope that as my body strengthens, my mind will focus and strengthen more as well. I want to complete this goal because I know it will help me with all of my other goals and it will give me a happier life of comfort and health.
I chose to type about my feelings because I want others to see a side other than visual appearance and vanity. I want them to see that health is, and should be, the true goal and that through increasing our bodies’ abilities, we increase our minds’ as well.
