Truth time. I'm not the healthiest person. In fact, I'm a downright train wreck. I occasionally have great intentions. I start on a good path, going to the gym, running, eating better, etc., but within a couple weeks I'm tired, bored, not seeing the results I want and back to old habits. Lack of willpower, lack of dedication, addicted to cheesecake, whatever you call it, I slack.
I'm 32(ouch) now and this week I got my bill from the piper. My doctor's visit this week revealed my cholesterol is a little high, my thyroid is way off again, my insulin and sugar levels were too high, and the scale was much higher than it should have been. How high? 270 pounds high. 270 pounds on my 5 foot frame. Morbidly obese high. The note posted on the results says I need to go on medication. How many this time? How high the dosage? What side effects will I have? I realize this is the pound of cure I asked for when I pushed aside the ounce of prevention.
So once more I begin on another voyage to seek better health. I don't have a map yet. I haven't set my crew. I only know my destination. It will be a long one. So why the post? I need to put it out there, to hold myself accountable to myself, stop excusing and delaying what needs to be done. Bear with me, this is gonna be a bumpy ride.
