It’s Thanksgiving evening so I’m sitting here thinking of the things I’m thankful for. I know, there are a billion blogs with the same “idea” tonight.
There are the obvious things, of course, my loving family and friends, a well-paying job, a nice place to live, good transportation, a good life, decent health.
Then there are some less-obvious things like my various talents, my dog, my eye for beauty, my time with my son, my ability to fall asleep quickly, sitting quietly and listening to music (or singing along loudly), bundling up with a good book.
So… I’m beginning to question the wisdom of starting a stringent diet right before the holidays. Day 1 of the 8 week Step 1 – no carbs – was the first of November and at the time I figured “How hard could it be? It’s just 2 holidays and there are plenty of meats and veggies!” The 8 weeks will end on December 26th.
I’m going to talk about something today that is likely to make you uncomfortable. I’m going to tell you a story you’re unlikely to believe. A story of love and redemption. You will probably wonder why I’m telling it at all. Stick to the end and you should understand. But first, I’m going to tell you a little bit about where I come from.
So… I haven’t really talked about this, but I’m fat. Ok, not fat, morbidly obese. I’m 5’6 ½” and 301.4 lbs. My bmi is 47.9 (normal bmi = 18.5–24.9). I am 165 lbs over my optimal weight range (~135 lbs). That’s a whole other overweight me!