Changing Some Small Habits =Weight Loss For Me
I was told in the begining that I must loose 100 pounds. For me that was a huge mountain to climb. I could imagine starving myself and geting nowhere fast. That was part of the problem. I could not imagine a 100 pound weight loss.
I had to break the loss down to real numbers I could see myself attaining. I could see 5 pounds, or maybe even 10 pounds. So the first attempt was at 10 pounds. I would get there, and then gain it back. After several times of this, I gave up. It was my destiny to have the weight gained from quiting smoking, taking a job at a desk, and simply getting older hanging loosley around my mid-section. After all, my entire male family history was overweight-why not me?
Why not me was a simple question to answer. Because I have Congestive Heart Failure, and I need to lessen the strain on my weakened Heart.
I was defeated and thought the end was near—– my own weakness was to be the end of me.
I began to think of how I could help my family to survive after my death. Money would be an issue….I began to take my lunch to work, that would save money for them to have more after I was gone. I quit picking up a candy bar when I filled the car with gas at the convenience store, the afternoon soda would be a thing of the past, all of that would save lots of money so my family would suffer less of an economic shock after my funeral.
Those three changes have been in place for almost two years. The bank account has grown, my beltline has shrunk, and there has been no funeral, with the exception of the one in my mind. That was 36 pounds ago. The weight is not returning, and I am lookng at other habits to change.
Roy S. Mercer