Lately I have been saddened by the lack of care that people give to their bodies. So many people are obese today, it truly seems to be an epidemic. In my own family--including myself, parents, siblings, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc, (all of whom I care dearly about)--many of us could stand to lose a few pounds, some of us more than a few. One of my elder relatives, who I highly respect, and I had this conversation at a party recently:
Me: "How are you doing?"
Him: "Not too bad. I'm getting old and have old people's problems."
Me: "I'm sorry. Anything I can do for you?"
Him: "Nope. Dr. C asked me a question many years ago and I should have listened to him."
Me: (Quizzical look).
Him: "He said,'What would you say if I asked you to carry around an extra 35 pounds for the rest of your life?' I told him he was crazy, of course I wouldn't do that. His response, 'Well, then lose it.' I wish I would have listened."
Thirty-five pounds! Sure, in some ways that is a lot of weight, my kid doesn't even come close to that, but in other ways it is such a small amount that could have had a positive impact on his life all these years later. He didn't need to lose 50, 75, 100, or even 200 pounds, just losing 35 pounds would have made the doctor happy. It is such a well documented fact that having a healthy weight makes your life better. It also seems that every little bit counts! Even if you are 500 pounds it is better to lose 15 pounds than to stay where you are.
I recently began to get more serious about health (again). I am trying to run five days a week, fit in various exercise videos, and whatever else Catherine will allow me to do! I am also trying to eat less junk food and more raw foods. I have a simple mantra for now: Eat less, move more.
(For full disclosure, my morning "run" consists of running, jogging, walking, and just barely dragging myself along.)