When I spent all day in an emergency room last December — trying to figure out why I was hurting so badly — I had a lot of time to think about my health.
Even though the problem at the time — the damaged gallbladder which had to be removed — had nothing to do with my weight, the situation was still scary enough that it had me thinking about my mortality.
“If I haven’t done anything about my weight by a year from now,” I thought, “it’s eventually going to kill me.”
There was nothing magical about the one-year time frame, but something about it makes sense even now. I know I weigh too much. The excess weight causes problems. But the bigger issue is what all that sugar consumption is doing to my health — physical and mental — on the inside.
How would you see your body if nobody told you it was flawed?
Man’s unconscious night after stroke leaves me uneasy about living alone
Death of classmate from past feels like a reminder to change my life