The past few years I have taken on a lot of responsibilities at organizations I care about. One of the most rewarding was being on the board of directors and then president of the local community theater. Because of the nature of producing a play, there were often late nights, especially for the 8 weeks a year I was directing.
I usually went straight from work to the theater, rehearsed until 10pm or so, locked up the doors and then marveled in the wonderful world we lived in because Wendy’s was always open late. On the way home I’d grab a spicy chicken sandwich meal, biggie size, get home, relax a bit and then go to bed.
And I wondered why the weight kept piling on.
In the past week, I have come to to terms that the choices I make are my responsibility. Nobody is looking over my shoulder telling me not to eat this or that. As an adult I have completely taken advantage of the fact if I want to eat something, I can. I can go to the grocery store at 2am, I can go through the 24 hour drive thru at McDonalds, I can have two 2 liters of soda a day. I can, but I should not.
This morning I woke up early to get an oil change for the car. I knew if I got up early enough, I could still have time to go to Panera for a breakfast sandwich. As I put my breakfast sandwich and mocha into the fitbit app, I was now 850 calories in the hole right off the bat. But knowing that will help me plan the rest of my day.
Truth and consequences.
I am still feeling upbeat about this process, and not having soda for 4 days has definitely contributed to that. I am thankful that things in m life have led themselves to finally getting this done and getting my body back to the person I want to be. And thank you for being there with me.
After always being the "skinny kid," my lifestyle finally caught up with me. Now I'm trying to lose weight and documenting my journey. Read more about my life-changing journey on the