Hi, I’m Barb, and I’m a road rager (the crowd answers, “Hi Barb”). Okay, full disclosure, I’m an EXTREME road rager. To the point that I considered starting a YouTube channel with videos of me driving. Everyone who’s ridden with me agrees that would be very entertaining. But it’s too late for that, as I am now a reformed road rager (unless I decide to do dramatic reenactments). Here’s my story.
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!
It was a few short weeks ago and I was at my wits end… again. My life felt like it was falling apart and my job was miserable. I didn’t know how we were going to pay the bills. My thoughts were getting dark (how easy would it be to just crash my car into that tree over there at 85 miles an hour). And that’s how it had been going for the past several weeks. Angry, frustrated, hurt, hopeless, I was in tears for the 4th time that day (again). I just couldn’t go on.
Then something happened.