I am 39 and 2 months old...10 months from turning 40. I am a mother of 2 very active, impulsive, intense and creative boys. I am a wife to a man that loves me deeply and is committed to our family.
But I am also over 100 lbs overweight. That might be the first time I've ever put that number in writing. That's a hard number to read...to acknowledge...to admit.
There are many reasons these 100 lbs have crept up on me but this is not the place for placing blame. It's come to the point where I am watching part of my life being lived for me...not by me. I don't want my boys to look back on their childhood and see their mother sitting on the sidelines.
But more importantly, I don't want to reach 50, 60 or even 70 and not be able to enjoy my life. I'm watching my mom struggle with her health at 61. She has been diagnosed with breast cancer, gall bladder issues, and foot surgery. That doesn't include the knee surgery and cataracts she dealt with last year. She is miserable. She is in constant pain and not enjoying life. I hurt for her. In her mind she is able to do so much but her body is not letting her.
So today I'm taking back my health. I'm taking back my activity level. I'm taking back my future.
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