I'm taking the hint, especially when it's a hint like this
Okay, I admit it (for those not in the know): I'm fat. Dangerously so.
And while I've been contemplating doing something about it, I've not done anything productive in that direction. Friends and family are worried about me, and so am I, but not enough to really motivate action in a particular direction.
That was until yesterday, when I experienced a pain in my chest that I had never felt before. It was accompanied by pain in my lower jaw.
It might've been just an esophagial spasm--operative word, MIGHT. At the time though, I got up from my desk, went to my boss and as calmly as I could requested they call 911 as I was worried it might be the first sign of a heart attack.
The good news: I didn't need to take a ride to any hospital yesterday, and the pain faded.
The bottom line: This might be the last "hint" I ever get. I'm joining Weight Watchers next Tuesday.
I'm joining then because that's when my mother can participate too. She promised, since she needs to lose weight too, and it'll be easier if I have some of the folks closest to me in the same boat as I am.
To those who have watched and worried about me: I'm sorry for what I put you through. I'm sorry it took nearly six years for me to get back on the wagon. At the same time, I'm grateful you still stuck by me.
I'm under no illusion that this will be easy, but 39 is way too early to start checking out.
And while I've been contemplating doing something about it, I've not done anything productive in that direction. Friends and family are worried about me, and so am I, but not enough to really motivate action in a particular direction.
That was until yesterday, when I experienced a pain in my chest that I had never felt before. It was accompanied by pain in my lower jaw.
It might've been just an esophagial spasm--operative word, MIGHT. At the time though, I got up from my desk, went to my boss and as calmly as I could requested they call 911 as I was worried it might be the first sign of a heart attack.
The good news: I didn't need to take a ride to any hospital yesterday, and the pain faded.
The bottom line: This might be the last "hint" I ever get. I'm joining Weight Watchers next Tuesday.
I'm joining then because that's when my mother can participate too. She promised, since she needs to lose weight too, and it'll be easier if I have some of the folks closest to me in the same boat as I am.
To those who have watched and worried about me: I'm sorry for what I put you through. I'm sorry it took nearly six years for me to get back on the wagon. At the same time, I'm grateful you still stuck by me.
I'm under no illusion that this will be easy, but 39 is way too early to start checking out.