I read once about a Weight Watchers leader who gave every new member in her group a small piece of a drinking straw. This was to represent “the last straw”. The thing that finally made them decide to lose weight. They were to keep it in their pocket and when they were tempted to overindulge in food or to skip a workout it would serve as a reminder to them of that one thing that motivated them to change.
I had been in denial for so long about my weight. I knew I was overweight, I knew my clothes were bigger than they had been before I started having babies but I never truly saw just how unhealthy I had become. A few things put it all into perspective for me. I looked honestly at myself and came to the realization that:
1) I had gained about almost 100 pounds since I started dating my husband. 100 pounds! That’s like gaining the Olsen twins! I didn’t look or feel like myself anymore.
2) I felt like an old woman every single morning. I was sore, cranky, hurt all over and hobbled to the bathroom when I got out of bed.
3) I was severely depressed. Depressed to the point that I was going to start taking supplements and if those didn’t work I was going to see a doctor for a prescription medication.
I knew the state of my health was responsible for my aches and pains and I suspected even my depression. I knew it was time to make a permanent LIFE change. No Mayo Clinic diet. No Weight Watchers. No cabbage diet, no baby food diet, no popular-at-the-moment fad diet. Nope. Just a lifelong commitment to eating good, wholesome, clean foods. Cut out the crap (junk/processed foods) and get my bootay back in the gym.
That was my last straw moment. Have you had a last straw moment in regards to your health/weight?