Raven

First came the epiphany that if I didn't do something, I would die. That was the defining moment for me.

Then, I watched this program on Discovery about gastric bypass and those who were getting it done and all I could see were their nutritional choices and it finally connected that I was well on my way to where they ended up because of MY nutritional choices.

Then, came the gym and some really lame ass working out and a refusal to change my food, because, of course, *I* knew that if I increased the output of my energy, I could eat whatever I wanted.

Then, came the part when I figured out I was wrong...the scale does not lie.

So. I came up with a caloric intake, each meal based on a percentage of protein, carbs(healthy), and low fat. 1500 calories of six smaller meals per day. These are all foods that I will eat, not just tolerate, because that leads to failure.

I ate the same thing every day for four months, until it became so boring, I had yet another epiphany. I no longer cared what I ate. I detached all emotion from eating, which included boredom, stress, anger, anxiety, etc.

It then became easy to stick with the nutritional plan. I also decided that my home was a 'no fly zone', meaning that anyone here was free to eat whatever they wanted, but they couldn't bring it into the house. That's why there are cars and restaurants.

Now, it's three days of cardio and three days of weight lifting/resistance and I'm between a size six and four and still going.

There is no great secret to this. The same thing that motivates us to make money has to apply to life style changes. If my sedentary job kills me, there's nowhere to spend the lovely dollars. It was hard work. Still is. Always will be.

I just ran out of excuses for being heavy and it was killing me. Given the choice of death versus pizza, I chose life.

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