When I was growing up, I was a skinny kid. I’m talking rail thin. 6’2″, 170 pounds thin. Taco Bell everyday for lunch? Sure! Why not?
But, as happens to most of us, somewhere in my mid-20’s my metabolism ground to a halt. Unfortunately, I wasn’t paying attention and continued to eat whatever I wanted. And so I began to swell.
Several years into my steady progression of larger and larger clothing sizes, I ran across a t-shirt that I really liked, but wasn’t available in a size that I could wear.
Something about the shirt struck me, though, so I bought it in XL and stuck it in the back of my closet. Maybe someday…
In August 2011, as I was up to nearly 300 pounds, I finally woke up to the fact that things needed to change. Drastically. So I signed up for a strictly regimented diet program. And I immediately saw results.
One morning, a couple of months into the diet, I was deciding what to wear. And the thought popped into my head, “What about that t-shirt in the back of the closet?” I honestly hadn’t thought about it since I’d stuck it in the closet several years earlier. So, I tried it on.
And it fit.
As I looked in the mirror, I was stunned. A switch in my head flipped on. And the words that came out of my mouth shocked me:
“I can change.”
And the words after that brought me to tears:
“If I can change this physical part of me, what else can I change? What other unnecessary weight have I been carrying around with me? What habits? What thoughts? What else have I assumed could never be different? What else needs to change?
“Because it’s time. I get it. I. Can. Change.”
By the end of 2011, I had lost one hundred pounds.
And the person I am two years later is not the same person I was a hundred pounds ago.
It’s been a long road, and God knows it’s not over yet by a long shot, but I’m getting there. Slowly. I will get there. The fact that I’ve even come this far is evidence enough of that for me.