As I look at that word, I tend to ask myself, am I healthy? Considering this system of things, is anyone really healthy? The answer for me is yes. Our daily habits can determine if we are striving to live a healthy lifestyle. Of course, no one is perfect. I myself struggle on a daily basis to be healthy and I am not always successful. At least not enough to deem myself healthy. However, that is not for a lack of trying.
Most of my life, I have been overweight. As a child I was always a little chunkier than the average kid. Not enough for it to ever be a concern, but definitely noticeable enough for a young child to recognize that she was not average. As I grew up, I got heavier. I distinctly remember being ridiculed in 7th grade for weighing 106 pounds. I was shorter than 5 feet, but after that I became hyper aware of my weight and what it meant to be overweight. Everyone around me weighed between 80-95 pounds. There was one girl who weighed as much as I did but she was about a foot taller than I was and much thinner.
Since then, I didn’t weigh myself because I became terrified of what the scale would say. I was 12 years old. The next time I weighed myself was when I got my driver’s license. Your weight was a requirement on your Driver License. I weighed 155 pounds. I was just shy of 5 feet, and was wearing a size 13 in juniors. When I hit my senior year, I weighed 168 pounds, and grew about 4 inches. So even though I was heavier, I was thinner. I was now wearing a size 9/10 in juniors. And for the most part, I was okay with that. One day, while at home, I found a BMI chart. I want to say it was in a random goodie bag we had received at a college day in high school. So, I found my height and found my weight and was shocked to discover that I was considered obese. I always knew I was overweight, that was no surprise, but obese? I didn’t look like an obese person. I wore Abercrombie and Fitch, and I could run a mile in 8 minutes. Obese?
Again this was something that was pushed to the back of my mind.
Fast forward to a couple of years, and I found myself on a scale again. My weight was 209 pounds. Granted, I was 38 weeks pregnant and had just been fitted into a gown, because I was in labor. But I looked in shock at the scale. I gained 40 pounds in 9 months!! I know that baby didn’t weigh 40 pounds!
Turned out she didn’t. And that would be the last time I would ever lose 15 pounds overnight. 15 years later, while passing my 20s in a constant state of yo-yo dieting, I have yet to lose that baby weight and then some. When I turned 30, I gained another 40 pounds.
On December 12, 2018, I made the decision to visit a bariatric specialist. I felt like it was my last resort. What he told me was not what I wanted to hear. He also put me on medication that resulted in me not having any desire to eat. That can’t possibly be healthy. And so, my search for a healthier lifestyle continued.
While having lunch at a fast-food restaurant, (why can’t I lose weight, again?) I ran into an old acquaintance. During my 20s, I would take her spin classes at the local gym. I always loved them and was pleased to see she was still very much into fitness (and looking fantastic!) and had even started her own business in personal training from her home. We chatted for a while, and she asked me to come and check out her gym. She offered me a week of classes, free of charge. Because I had taken her classes before, I was thrilled to get a whole week free of charge to work out.
That first day I was excited, the next day, not so much and the day after that, I vowed that I would never set foot in her torture chamber ever again! I was in so much pain, I thought this can’t possibly be healthy either!!
Excuse, after excuse, after excuse. She convinced me to give her one month. If I still felt the same way after the one month, I was more than welcomed to leave. Sometimes, we have to move past our comfort zone if we want to see real results. We have to be willing to work harder than we have been to see a change.
4 months later, and I am down 32 pounds. 80% of that is, of course, my nutrition. I don’t care what anyone says, you can’t outwork a bad diet. By adjusting my daily habits, I am able to see the results I never could before. I had to work and prioritize. I am thankful for the publications offered through JW.org because they helped me to get a balanced view of my health and exercise routines. It takes effort and planning, just like anything else. There are no quick fixes, or pills or magic shakes that will make anyone healthy. It’s your daily habits. And it is how much effort you are willing to put in it.
I write this in the hopes of reaching another 30lbs weight loss goal and hoping I can encourage others to also get healthier.