My health hasn’t always been at the top of my priorities. My family always came first. Anyone who knows me, knows that I have spent many hours at football games, soccer games, endless wrestling meets and don’t forget track! For all three kids! I don’t even want to think about how many hours at practices and driving back and forth to all of this would total.
As I was waiting in the car for a practice to end, or driving home late at night from a game, I put on the pounds. I ate fast food all of the time. I think we made eating a full time sport as well. As the weight crept on, my asthma got worse.
I remember one wrestling meet at the Portland Civic Center, where my son was going for an important match. I waited impatiently for them to call his name, and when they did, lo and behold it was on the other end of the civic center. I jumped out of my chair and raced all 220+ lbs of me to the mat. Only to get there just as they raised his hand. He had won but I felt defeated. I couldn’t even get from one end of the building to the other without getting out my inhaler.
I decided enough was enough. I talked to my mom and we decided to challenge each other to lose 1 lb a week. So, I counted calories and spent hours on my stationary bike. I would sit on my bike while I would watch the biggest loser, one hour. I would watch other tv shows and bike. After 52 weeks and many hours on the bike, I lost the 52 lbs and went on a fabulous cruise with my mom.