There Is Hope

I haven't written in a couple of days because, frankly, I haven't had much to say.

Life has become so ordinary. I hardly remember the 'good' old days, four months ago, when I weighed in excess of three hundred pounds. If I didn't occasionally reach into the back of my top drawer and pull out a pair of jumbo extra large undies, I'd probably forget about the whole obesity thing. Trust me, jumbo extra large undies are a reminder that can't be ignored.

Four months! It's amazing how quickly years of eating issues, weight issues, pain and frustration have melted away. I used to carry the burden of obesity like a terminal disease, which it could have easily been.

I know what it feels like to be without hope. I know what it feels like to wake up and go through the motions of life but not really living. I know it all too well.

I'm here to say, there is hope.

Like most things meaningful in life; it takes a decision, a plan and work. It all starts with a decision. For me it was a burden I thought I was powerless to change. Thankfully I was was wrong. A lot can change in four months. I'm living proof.

I guess I had something to say after all.