Around a week ago, I first posted in this subreddit scared for my life. I went to the doctor for the first time in over a decade and got the wake up call of a lifetime. I weighed 384 lb. That was a tipping point for me, it was a scared straight moment.
That day, I made the vow to never return to another fast food restaurant for as long as I'm alive. I destroyed my body going to these places. The first week was really hard, adjusting to eating much much smaller portions and things that were by comparison leaps and bounds healthier than my previous diet.
Week 1 was adjusting to healthy choice frozen dinners. I ran out of those, they're a little pricey, but I have about a year's supply of Campbell's soup. I understand these aren't the healthiest things to eat, and I could be doing better. But right now I'm fighting and winning small battles. I hate cooking, everything I cook tastes like crap, and if it were the decision between cooking a meal myself or ordering out, I'll let you decide which one always won.
I've also taken up habitual walking. I walk every weekday for 1 hour. I'm moving, my breathing is labored and my heart rate is elevated. I'm going to try and fit walking in on my weekends, but my time schedule is pretty limited. But all of this has filled me with so much more confidence than I had before.
And finally, to keep myself in check, I have taken up vlogging everyday to keep myself accountable. I don't care if it gets zero views, it keeps me on a track of sameness, it reminds me that I have a commitment to myself, and someday I want to go back and rewatch these videos.
I never want to live in my life in fear of death because of my health. Never again.
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