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Originally Posted by midwife
Wow, what a great letter Jen. I'm sure you have inspired a lot of people today. The truth is, we can lose weight to fit in smaller jeans, ride on roller coasters, etc., but none of those are the most important thing. Our health is. So a great letter for a friend, but a great letter for yourself too. We need to be our own friends and encourage ourselves and be kind to ourselves, but also kick our own rears. Support is important but at the end of the day, I live in my own body and I need to take good care of it so it lasts. What do we have if our body is broken?
Yes!! We should all become our OWN best friends. Wouldn't that be something? Treat ourselves how we would treat our best friend. Or maybe we should all just "adopt" ourselves. And then maybe, just maybe, we'd take care of ourselves the way that we would take care of our own children. Or for that matter, anyone elses child.
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Originally Posted by H8cake
I was really, really sick a year ago when I finally decided to do something about it. I felt exactly like you describe in your post: Do Or Die! I was waking up in the morning with numb hands and feet and feeling like I was trying to pull myself out of a coma. My mom was dieing of diabetes and I was pretty sure I had it too. It really is a do or die situation! You are right, you have the answer, not a magic pill, but the way out of the situation. It's amazing how wonderful I feel now, one year later. You CAN do this, it is so worth it! It's not just about looking good anymore. It's about your health and quality of life. All the yummy sweet treats I used to eat are not comparable in any way to how wonderful I feel now. I can run if I want to. I have so much energy. I don't worry about going to sleep at night and not waking up the next morning. You can do it too, and so can your friend! I wish you the best!
This is true of me as well. I had the numbness in my hands and feet too. And finally, FINALLY, I looked at it as a matter of "life or death". I was CERTAIN it was just a matter of time before I got some dreaded totally avoidable disease or G-d forbid dropped dead of a massive heart attack.
And even if none of those things ever occured, I was STILL dying. Worrying about those things is enough to kill any one. And even taking the worrying out of the equation - I was not living a full life, the life I was intended to. I was not living up to my full potential. Not even close. And if we're not living, well then surely we must be dying.
And there's no reason for it. All because of some food? Food? Food? FOOD?
Sorry, I got a little carried away there. This is a very emotional topic for me.