If you weren’t already aware, I am passionate about living a healthy lifestyle. I believe if I exercise and eat the right food I can live a higher quality of life. I can testify to the fact that neglecting my health, in fact, made a prison of my body. Practically speaking, I couldn’t walk up a flight of stairs, visit an amusement park, or shop at a regular size clothing store. I felt the loss of those activities deeply. I wanted to ride a roller coaster but worried the attendant would tell me I wouldn’t fit in the seat. But it was equally torturous to think about changing my eating habits. I was always fairly active. I liked to garden and hike in the woods. I liked to walk around the block with my children in a wagon. I also know that I desperately wanted to wear pretty clothes and not be defined by my size. I remember when a friend told me, “You are so beautiful! You would make a perfect plus sized model.” Just what I always wanted.
There comes a moment in every person’s life where they realize who they are and who they want to be. That moment may come when they are 10 or 80. It may even happen more than once. When it happens, we must make a decision. Will I continue on my present course or will I go in a different direction? It takes great courage to alter the trajectory of one’s life. The social, economic and psychological impact is tremendous so it takes grit and determination to set a goal and then take the steps to get there. Because it is daunting, many people end up in a holding pattern. They are either afraid or unwilling to take the steps necessary to make their dreams come true. Instead, they choose to live with their “might have been’s”.
Procrastination is also one of the devil’s greatest tools. Why do today what I can put off until tomorrow? But the “tomorrow’s” drip into a bucket that eventually fills up and all we are left with is a big soggy mess. We look down on it with regret and wish we could have done things differently. We take our bodies for granted, not realizing how fragile they really are. We have this idea that we are entitled to good health so when it fails we get angry. We feel we should be able to treat our bodies any way we want to with no ills effects, but the consequences of such behavior are frighteningly real. Apathy sets in and pretty soon we are parked in front of the television with our feet up in our recliner while we tune out the voice of reason that says we are wasting our lives. I have never heard a child say, “When I grow up I want to be in such terrible health that I can’t do anything but sit in my house.”
So how do we capture the imaginations of our children to give them hope for the future? Better yet, how do we drag our tired bodies from the inactive lifestyles we live? And why should we? Technology has made it pretty easy not to move.
Death has an interesting way of confronting our indifferent attitudes. I have friends who have had to suffer through the loss of a parent or spouse and have been forced to make amends with the fact that they are finite creatures. Mortality can be shockingly real and having it slap you upside the head can induce the desire to shed bad habits. From eating healthier, to stopping smoking or drinking, they make a choice to live in such a way that they will extend their days for their family members. One of the signature joys in my life is watching a man I knew in my younger days as a head-banging, hard living guy transform into a garden growing, alcohol abhorrent, health conscious fellow. He frequently posts pictures on facebook of his produce and is now attending church. He is on the journey of life, much as I am, but it was the loss of his father to a terminal illness that caused him to confront his own mortality. At some point, all of us encounter the person we are and the person we want to be.
I still struggle with eating the right things and getting the right amount of exercise. But I remember what it felt like to look at that bucket of “might have been’s” and grieve. For that reason, I keep making the effort. Also, I am fully aware that I have witnesses to my behavior. In my immediate sphere I have three boys who, although they like to complain about cauliflower and squash, are learning from my example. What I do in front of them makes a difference. I frequently pray that God will grant me the patience and tenacity to make wise decisions for my children. Even when I think they’re not paying attention, when I live out my life, quietly seeking to learn and grow, I believe I am changing the world around me.
Jon and Tim Foreman sure know how to turn a phrase. Somehow they not only perceive the human condition, but they are able to put words and music to it. This is a piece of their song, “The World You Want.” You start to look like what you believe You float through time like a stream If the waters of time are made up by you and I If you change the world for you, you change it for me
In the world I want no one is afflicted with compulsive eating issues. Grandpa’s don’t die from cancer. I always exercise for fun and not because I’m trying to work off the calories from a sopapilla.
Sometimes I really struggle to write this blog because my personal battle with staying healthy is such a challenge. In moments of clarity, I wax philosophical and talk about how to lose weight and keep it off. I talk about why exercise is important and how it can be fun. On my worst days, when I am clinging to the side of the refrigerator I grieve over my bad choices and try to find the resolve to make better choices in the future. The truth is, I am always looking backward, trying to learn from my mistakes to keep from repeating them. I am hopeful that sharing my story will encourage and inspire others to make positive changes in their lives.
Today I am acutely aware of what might have been but my perspective is quite different. Today I look at the empty bucket and rejoice. I might never have confronted my pain and decided to try to change my world for the better. I might never have decided to stop eating sugar(the single most painful and rewarding decision I have ever made). I might have not taken that first step on the most difficult walk of my life. I might not have lost 140 pounds. What might have been takes on different meaning when we have achieved what we set out to. Instead of being something ugly, it is beautifully freeing.
If you are reading this and have never taken the time or energy to reflect on your life and what you really want out of it, I encourage you to do so. For many years I wanted to ride on a waterslide without fear of climbing the stairs to get to the top. I did it. And it was worth every tear cried, every drop of sweat that soaked into the concrete and every ounce of determination I squeezed out along the way. I have attached the picture of me standing at the end of my dream, sopping wet and grinning like a fool. When I look at this picture and think, “What might have been…?” I am so glad I didn’t give up. I wish you could have seen me that day; running up to the top of the water slide and racing to the bottom. All the lifeguards were laughing at me and I laughed with them. It was funny! And it was wonderful. I plan to live many more days like that day. You should too!
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