Too fat for the roller coasters
Last summer, my son was finally tall enough to ride the coasters at Six Flags Great America. He spent weeks planning our visit; his anticipation and excitement was contagious. Being a roller coaster lover, I promised him that we would ride “the big one” together. The day finally arrived and we stood in line for an hour to get the front car. As we settled into our seats, I watched as the young man working the ride approached us. He tried to lower the safety bar to the required mark. He pressed and pressed and yet my generous waist held firm. He apologized and asked us to exit the ride.
My son was distraught and I was mortified. From that moment, I vowed to lose the weight that had plagued me since my son was born. A visit to my doctor revealed the shocking truth: I was 34, 5’2″ and weighed what he considered “morbidly obese”. After researchiing various healthy eating regiments, I settled on Atkins and began my quest. Fast forward to today. I am down 30 pounds and not stopping there.
While that not be the 50 pounds down I was shooting for, it is 30 pounds in the right direction. I’ve learned a lot about myself in this year. Unless I get up and work out and make the right decisions about what I eat, someone else will ride the coasters with my kids. I am please to announce that a recent visit to Six Flags found my rear end comfortably in a roller coaster car and the safety harness in place with room to spare.
And guess what else? I can do other things I haven’t done in years. Run two miles, three times a week? Check! Lead my family in daily yoga time? Yes! Serve lean meats with fresh fruits and vegetables instead of pizza and fast food? With pleasure. Feeling empowered, energized and strong knowing the best is yet to come.
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