Procrastination made me weight

I don’t have any eating disorder. The pounds were slowly added to my frame, one bite at a time.

I knew what was happening, I always told myself: “Monday I’ll exercise and eat healthy and voila, my weight will go where it should be.” So many Monday came and past! On Mondays I would make sure not to walk by a scale to forget my resolution. As far I was concerned, another Monday was coming the next week, right? Right!

And the cycle would repeat itself throughout the year. By lying, I was not getting my weight under control, I didn’t feel guilty because I would be starting next Monday anyway.

This year, I did it differently, I just went ahead and started eating better and exercising on a Sunday, scr** you Monday ha! By the time Monday arrived, I was already in full losing mode! 

If I had to guess why this time I’m so resolved and I truly am on this road to lean ville, I would say it’s because of the following two events:

1. Last fall, I had my annual check-up. My blood work showed that my cholesterol level was too high. I now take a small pill every day, it weighs less than what my scale can measure but it weighs a lot on my mind.

To accept that I have to take medication to solve a problem caused by my lifestyle is disturbing. I guess I’m a bit of a control freak and now I’m freaking because I’m losing control over my health.

Every time I go to the pharmacy to get a re-fill, I feel ashamed; I’m ashamed of having to take medication for something that is preventable. I just don’t accept it; pride is a lot more difficult to swallow than that small pill!

2. In January, we were in Florida. On a nice and sunny day, we drove to a beach. Now I don’t really care what people think about my size but it doesn’t mean than I’m not a little self-conscious.

I rarely remove my shirt in public, thank God this day I did. I decided to do some sunbathing. Not an activity I ever do, I don’t know what brought this on. I removed my shirt, turned my chair toward the sun, let the sun do its job while reading a book. All that reading can be tiresome so after a while, I needed to take a nap. I put the book aside and closed my eyes and went to dream land.

When I woke up, I resumed reading. I must have been cooking for over 2 hours.

When we got home, my wife told me “Wow that is going to hurt, you have a bad sunburn!”

I looked in the mirror… and was shocked! Both breasts and a good part of my belly were all red. What shocked me the most was what was not red.

Under each breast, it was white. My breasts were big enough to create a shadow…

My belly was red on top but white in the peripheral because of the roundness of it.

What a humiliating lesson!

The pills and the sunburn were my trigger to action.

On another subject; 2 weeks without alco-hole. There is almost no more shaking; I don’t see in stereo anymore; My nose’s red pigmentation is fading.; I don’t need aspirins; I don’t slur my words. Just kidding, I had no side effect, now I’m only drunk on life!

WARNING: Once you see my following picture, you will never forget it. I’m so sorry :)

 

Learning magic, in a few months the pill will desapear!