Obese – That word, such dread. What did I do to deserve this? I feel ridiculed by just the connotation of it. What can be worse than to be labeled. When one thinks of obese people, one never thinks it’s reversible. No, it’s a “condition”, one that lasts for a lifetime.
How many times must I start a new exercise program, a new diet, and a new “way of life?” before I become me again.
When I look at magazines and see the me I want to be again, it excites me. Yes, I can wear that racerback after-workout dress that makes that model’s legs look so thin. I can go to the gym for an hour a day five days a week, sweat and purify myself. I can walk slowly up the stairs, do my workout, and then bounce back down, full of confidence, charm, and charisma. I can even play a vigorous sport. And before I know it, the energy I produce from all this exercise will break the blood-brain barrier, and I will think faster, be a true conversationalist, and even be impressive. When all is said and done, I will even be able to write that novel, publish it, and people will read what came from my head.
I can, I will….