Over the years, I have made attempts at losing weight, but have been comfortable with the amount of weight I carry around with me (I must have been comfortable, since for the first 40 years of my life, I was carrying more weight around than the normal individual of my height, and I was not worried enough that I made really strict attempts to lose it). I am a male, around 170 cm in height, and carrying a weight of 107 kg. This is far out of the ordinary, and even though anybody who cared about me told me that I needed to lose weight, I would tell them that 'ya ya, I am trying'.
They say that when you are stubborn, you have a strong sense of belief in yourself, that you are right in what you are doing. However, your entire sense of belief may be wrong, and it takes a lot of time and disasters to realize this. So it was for me. And yet, somewhere inside, you realize that there is a problem and maybe something needs to be done. An example of that was the concept where I would go to a doctor for some normal checkup or maybe for an infection or for fever, and right where the nurse would ask me to step-up for getting my pulse and weight checked, I would get uncomfortable about what the scale reading would say (which means that subconsciously I realized that there was a weight problem which needed to be addressed, but there was that stubbornness that everything was fine). I once had a slightly older doctor telling me to my face that I needed to reduce weight, and what was the reaction, nothing much.
Over a period of time, I developed diabetes, and the explanation was that it was hereditary, totally ignoring the fact that one of the risk factors for diabetes is high weight and somewhat of a sedentary lifestyle.
Now, the question was about when I finally realized I needed to lose weight. I had a big shock to my system when I had to suddenly buy a dress for a family function, and at a store, late in the evening, out of everything in the store, there was only one blazer that would somewhat fit me. Nobody said anything but it was downright embarrassing. And then I developed a twitch above my eye, which would not just go away, no matter how much I tried to wash my face, or something superficial like that. The fear of losing my eyes, was something that finally convinced me that I needed to do something. More about my struggles and experiences as I move on.
They say that when you are stubborn, you have a strong sense of belief in yourself, that you are right in what you are doing. However, your entire sense of belief may be wrong, and it takes a lot of time and disasters to realize this. So it was for me. And yet, somewhere inside, you realize that there is a problem and maybe something needs to be done. An example of that was the concept where I would go to a doctor for some normal checkup or maybe for an infection or for fever, and right where the nurse would ask me to step-up for getting my pulse and weight checked, I would get uncomfortable about what the scale reading would say (which means that subconsciously I realized that there was a weight problem which needed to be addressed, but there was that stubbornness that everything was fine). I once had a slightly older doctor telling me to my face that I needed to reduce weight, and what was the reaction, nothing much.
Over a period of time, I developed diabetes, and the explanation was that it was hereditary, totally ignoring the fact that one of the risk factors for diabetes is high weight and somewhat of a sedentary lifestyle.
Now, the question was about when I finally realized I needed to lose weight. I had a big shock to my system when I had to suddenly buy a dress for a family function, and at a store, late in the evening, out of everything in the store, there was only one blazer that would somewhat fit me. Nobody said anything but it was downright embarrassing. And then I developed a twitch above my eye, which would not just go away, no matter how much I tried to wash my face, or something superficial like that. The fear of losing my eyes, was something that finally convinced me that I needed to do something. More about my struggles and experiences as I move on.
