My Weight Loss Journey: My Rock Bottom

There's Always Something that Makes Someone Say, "I'm Done Being Fat and It's Now Time to Do Something About It." Here's What Happened to Me

When you have struggled with your weight your entire life, you've done every diet known to man. You start them, lose a few pounds, get bored with them, quit, and gain back twice as much. Little do most people know, all you need to do is eat right and exercise to have a healthy life and weight. There has to be a true "rock bottom" that you need to hit to decide to change your life forever. A "rock bottom" is something that makes you say, "I'm done with being fat and I'm sick of all the baggage that comes along with it. I'm ready to live and live well."

My motto in life used to be "Eat right, exercise daily, die anyway!" I seriously wanted to eat myself to death. I am honestly an extremely lazy human being. That is hard for me to admit, but I would rather sit on my couch and watch television than clean up my house. Most people would rather do that, but it usually takes having some company coming over to get me to clean. I tell my son to get daddy or ask daddy rather than doing things myself. I'm lazy. PERIOD! So getting me to do the work of exercising is like asking a dead person to rise from the grave.

Fast forward to my "rock bottom". One Sunday in church during praise and worship, I was clapping and kinda bouncing up and down on my heels singing to the music. Our church is like an old theater. Absolutely beautiful. It has beautiful ornate decor, nice carpet to go with the era, and this painted concrete floor under the seats. This one Sunday, I'm wearing my very cute pointy toed shoes. They have a thin, low heel on them. As I'm getting into the music, I feel what I think is my heel break. I was wrong...dead wrong. I look down at the floor and my heel has gone through the concrete floor. That's right...you read that right. My fat ass put my heel through a concrete floor. Now, in my fat ass's defense, the concrete was only like half an inch thick, but the point of the story is that my fatness made my heel go through a CONCRETE FLOOR!