I have a small confession. I’ve kinda been half-assing this whole weight loss/healthy lifestyle thing. I’m not horrified but what I look like, not that I’m in love with what I see either…. I’m just okay, fine, complacent. So I was doing the Weight Watchers thing, just, complacently. Not really putting much effort into it, not really exercising as much as I could. I was choosing to put it on a back burner and it didn’t really bother me all that much.
Then I went to the doctor this week. And my choices? Have been taken away. I am Diabetic. Type 2. Funny thing about it? I knew it was coming. I’ve had gestational diabetes with all of my pregnancies. My mom is a diabetic. I’ve never been able to handle lots of sugar (No, I actually don’t like ice cream. Weird, I know) So when my doctor told me, I wasn’t surprised. I wasn’t confused. I wasn’t, anything. Just complacent.
And the thing is? This is probably exactly what I needed. Because I’m a “rebel” at heart. Always have been. Don’t speed? Watch me. You can’t eat that way and lose weight? WATCH ME. It’s a conundrum that makes as much since to me as it does you. Self sabotage, complacency, whatever. I just didn’t have my heart in the right place.
So this was exactly what I needed. Because now? It’s NOT an option. And as funny as it seems? It’s the most liberating feeling in the world.