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413I knew I was more than 300 pounds because every regular scale would not weigh me. All the digital read out would say is ERR. After another summer of Pizza, greasy burgers and fries, I joined Weight Watchers and went to my first meeting. They were so kind there and sweet and welcoming. There were friendly faces every direction I looked. I got myself all signed up and went over to the scales. The attendant wrote my weight on a card and handed it to me along with my first Weight Watchers book and some other things I needed to read and use. I found myself a seat, smiled and greeted the others at the table. Then I looked at the written number on the card. 413 .. I blinked and it was still there. I was beyond shock. |
From that moment on I heard nothing that was said to me, not a word that the leader said, no comments from those around me entered my ears. 413 ...
I tried to make sense of it, reading it there on the card, I could not move, my thoughts were simple. 413 4-13 4-1-3 Four Hundred and Thirteen Pounds. and it continued that way for the full hour. Still in shock as I drove home, still in shock as I got ready for bed, still in shock as I put my head on my pillow. 413... 413 The next day I was able to at least have clear thought on the subject and those thoughts said to me, " 413 , This is not the weight of a human being. This is the weight of a machine or a piano. 413 How did this happen to me? How am I alive? What damage have I caused that can not be reversed? 413 4-13 4-1-3 |
As the week went by every time I was tempted to eat something that I knew was wrong I could clearly think 413 and the urge went away instantly. I used this further as it gave me more and more power every time I resisted temptation. I have some plastic number magnets on my fridge now, says 413 by the handle. I made a screen saver which has pictures of all the fast food restaurants with the number 413 in red across the middle.
Still large after losing 72.6 pounds I felt self conscious to go work out when I joined the YMCA. I got myself a nice new polo to work out in, and I made an iron on for it. Now that shirt has a colorful patch that says, "413". Day one into this journey I stood up to have a friend take my photo, my BEFORE photo. I thought I would never want anyone at all to ever see it, ever, never, ever. |
Now I am very proud to show that one photo of all photos I have ever stood for. That person in that photo is my hero. She was brave against all odds the day she joined Weight Watchers and she carries me through every tough minute I have.
At the very top of this page is a menu which you can view the rest of this website. This page, the story of my begining, will remain the unchanged, yet you can click on the menu above to veiw my weight changes and progress photos. As I started out on this journey, I didn't set out to make friends along the way. It is a plesant byproduct of my journey. I have met some fine people each who wants a change, needs a change, and demands a change in their life. I am not alone. 
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A Second Chance
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Try to imagine with me, our final moments in this life, if we were to ignore healthy lifestyle recommendations. There we lay, struggling for each breath, our own weight pressing against our chest. The Doctors have informed us that our overeating, and eating of unhealthy foods has caused irreversible damage to our most important vital organs. They have done everything they can but it is too late. |
Our loved ones take turns visiting our premature deathbed. Our heart breaks to see their pain watching us die. We scream at ourselves inside, while we lay waiting for our last breath. Why didn't we listen? Look at how we are hurting those who we love! How could any food be so important that we would come to this instead of changing bad habits? |
We could have lived another decade, maybe two, maybe more, if we had only made these simple healthy changes. How many happy memories did we cheat ourselves out of? Will we will be known as the person who ate our self to death? We lay there, wishing, praying, begging for one more chance. How we would do things differently if just given one more chance, just one. We close our eyes. |
Now as we open our eyes, by some miracle we find our self reading this post. We are not in the death bed, we are here, now, this is our chance. We will not get any more chances. This is it. Grab that chance and chose to LIVE! It would be a shame if any one of you were robbed even of one minute of LIFE.
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