I have to admit that I felt happy before losing weight. I really thought I was normal. When I refused friends' invitations to go hiking, camping, flag soccer, or any other physical activity, I always had a reason why I couldn't walk. It was only after I had lost weight that I realized that I rejected it because I was embarrassed. I couldn't keep up with their hikes. I couldn't run to save my life. I was actively looking for activities that included sitting like eating, watching movies, and drinking.
In retrospect, my weight has affected my life in many ways. Professionally, I would wrap myself up and only carry our equipment on small stairs. It was embarrassing when I, the medic, looked worse than the patient in the ambulance. Being a medic is a physically demanding task. Personally, I was tired all the time because I started snoring and kept waking up at night. I got high blood pressure and had to start medication. I was kind of a mess.
The decision to try to "lose a few pounds" was based on the fact that my job had a weight limit and I was close to reaching it. I didn't intend to lose a significant amount of weight since I didn't. I don't think I had to. The dose of reality came when I lost the first 1
When I started WW I had reached £ 245 but was still a size. My first goal was to return to the 1930s. When that happened, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I could actually make a real difference. Then I have my sights set on the magical £ 200 mark. Once I met this brand, I recognized something that stuck with me to this day, I realized that I was capable of so much more than I knew. I now weigh 178 pounds.
When I started when this food wasn't one of the four food groups, dine-in, carry-out, delivery or microwave, I couldn't. WW is a stroke of luck in this regard. By following the program and reading about the different types of food there I gradually started to broaden my food horizon. Who knew there was a vegetable called Jicama?
My introduction to the gym was less than promising. I was in the middle of my introductory lesson at the gym when I passed out. That's when I learned that weight loss is not synonymous with physical fitness. Of course I was embarrassed, but I decided to turn embarrassment into desire. I think the biggest obstacle to many boys' training is the fear of looking inappropriate for others. The only way to get past it is not to compare yourself to others. The only person you need to hit in the gym is you from the previous week.
I can now be the medic I want to be. I can be the medic that the people I serve expect me to do. If you're hurt, I'll run to you. If you're stuck somewhere, I'll climb up to you. I can do CPR without fatigue for a long time. I used to be a decent medic. Decent is not good enough.
But let's be honest: the motivation is fleeting. It will fail. When motivation fails, determination, desire and hard work take over. Your mind will tell you that you cannot. Logic says you don't have time to focus on this topic. However, I guarantee you that if you listen carefully enough, you will still hear a low voice that says you can do this to get through the hard times. With each milestone reached, this voice becomes louder and more confident. That is the voice you have to hear. That is the voice of truth.