every now and then I get a good dose of reality.
and today, as simple and uneventful as it was, I was disturbed by it, shocked me back on track.
I was carrying a scroll saw into my garage, and with a sore back, I was struggling a bit, not happy.
The machine weights 53 lbs according to the specs.
Lifting it onto a shelf, well, didnt happen.
Then reality struck. Since sept of last year, I began dieting, dropped approx 50-52 lbs, gained back 6, the past few months, and today realized, are you kidding?
could you imagine(speaking to myself) you are carrying that scroll saw on your body every day of your life for the past 20 years? You want to know why your back always hurts?
Imagine why your knees and joints are racked with arthritis, youve had a scroll saw strapped to your belly for 20 years...and you are gaining back weight?
then I called myself a entire list of bad names, then made up some new names for myself, then realized name calling wont help, gotta get strict again, because this dose of reality was really scary.
I could barely lift the machine, yet I was carrying it around in excess fat for the past 20 years.
I have a very long way to go, but it puts things in a much better perspective, better than the doctor warning me of diabetes and heart disease and dying young.
If he would have thrown a scroll saw at my feet and told me to strap it to myself for a month to see how Im killing myself, I think me and most people would pay alot more attention.
I was actually ashamed of myself for not realizing how I spent the past 25 years killing myself.Ashamed in my garage, in front of myself.
I apologize if this is a sensitive subject to anyone here, its only me making fun of myself.