When I read weigh loss stories, the recap version, there seem to be two paths people follow. 1) Something scary/tragic/life-altering happened and I new I had to change, or 2) I started walking and eventually started running.
I am damned fortunate that I have never had to travel road 1. There have been times in my life when I've thought I really want to change and that losing weight would improve my quality of life, one of those times being now. As for road 2, I have started walking over and over and over again and always encountered some obstacle, real or imagined, that forced/gave me an excuse to stop.
I mentioned last time that I'm slowly killing myself. I know that's heavy dramz, but I was diagnosed with sleep apnea. I stop breathing in my sleep. Not Good. It's possible that I've had this for a long time, becuase I always remember being able to fall asleep in seconds and I've always woken up feeling tired. But I cannot deny the fact that I am vastly heavier and so much less healthy than ever before.
I am so fat I can't even sleep.
Tonight I go for my "titration" appointment, in which they fit me with a CPAP mask and figure out the settings so that my airway stays open when I sleep.
My doctor keeps telling me that getting good quality sleep is life changing. When I hear the words life changing, I sit up and listen. Unfortunately, those words are usually followed by results not typical or a list of potentially fatal side affects. CPAP isn't. It's not attractive, but there aren't any side affects besides breathing properly and getting restful sleep.
If I can sleep, and I have energy, then this is the life-altering event that starts my story.