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Healthy Living Freed Me From Death – Skinny Emmie
Wow, that blog post title sounds melodramatic! In reality though, it is a true statement that isn’t magnified in any way.
As a 455 pound twenty-something, the life you live is really not much of a life at all. Imagine trying to haul hundreds of excess weight up from a seated position. Or up the stairs. Or into a restaurant and trying to find a place to sit that is large enough for you. The amount of weight that I was hovering at is not something that a body should have to manage. Instead of living my life, I opted out of it, choosing to spend all my time alone with food and television in the comfort of my home. The thought of trying to make a change to start living my life before I died from my obesity just made me want to crawl in a hole and wait for the grim reaper. Thankfully, my mind performed a shift and decided to choose life. Thus began the fitness journey.
From sitting to standing.
From standing to walking.
From walking to walking a little longer, or a little faster.
From walking to a gym with workout equipment.
From workout equipment to some jogging.
To the first 5K.
To the second 5K.
To the first half-marathon at 350 pounds.
With each positive change in my body, a positive change in my mind followed. The more I filled up on fitness, self-worth was discovered. I’d been freed from these feelings of inadequacy that lingered over me since I was a child. Somehow the progress I made through years of slow nutritional changes and the addition of exercise into my routine gave me enough confidence to feel healthy enough and worthy enough to do a half-marathon, even if I was at 350 pounds.
Now, still hovering at that 350 pound mark, I’m living. I can run up the stairs without being winded. I can go to the doctors offices without fear of the blood pressure cuff, and can laugh when they have a look of shock when they tell me my blood pressure is perfect. I don’t hesitate to go do fun things with friends, or to put myself in new situations. I still may look large to others, but I know the progress that I’ve made, the strength that I have, and the ability to live now like never before.
No matter how pretty new, smaller clothes are, or how many compliments I get, the biggest reward is the life that I’m living, as opposed to the death I was facing.