For me, it was a number of things. From my kids telling me they were afraid I would never live to see grandchildren, friends telling me they were sincerely afraid for my health, and family members telling me that I was extremely unhealthy and needed to do something to lose weight ASAP. My doctor told me as much, but his method was to take drugs that limit your ability to digest fats. This didn’t work at all.
Eventually, it came down to my being so incredibly uncomfortable in everything I did that I needed the change to happen. I couldn’t tie my shoes without holding my breath. I couldn’t sit in booths in restaurants. Flying on an airplane was an incredibly uncomfortable ordeal not just for me, but anyone with the bad fortune of being assigned the seat next to me. My health was beginning to decline: Diabetes, high cholesterol, fatty liver disease, nerve damage, and poor circulation in my feet. These things were all happening at once; I went from being relatively healthy for a fat guy to all of the sudden, standing on the precipice of death.
I am too young to die.
That’s what I told myself. At 48 years old, I felt like I was 70. I was slow, sluggish, and easily exhausted. Normal household chores were becoming difficult for me to complete. I began going out less and even getting up to get a drink was starting to become difficult. I had to change my life or I would lose it.
For me, it was a no-brainer. Change the diet.
Then, the craziest thing happened: I lost weight. Not just a little, but a lot. 147 lbs in 20 months total, with 110 lbs of that coming off in the first 12 months. I became a new person. I felt young again. I had energy. I was able to do things I couldn’t do since I was in my late 20’s. It’s as if I had been reborn into a new, younger, and more fit body.
I eat well/clean now, and I run every other day. I do these things because they make me feel amazing. Do I miss pizza, pasta, cake, and muffins? Of course I do! But I don’t miss the feeling of being fat, out of shape, and dying. I much prefer how I feel now. That few minutes of pleasure during eating isn’t worth the 23+ hours a day of feeling great in my own skin.
What will it take for you to change your diet? How close to the precipice will you need to get before you take the necessary steps back away from it and change your life?