I was fat for a long time and didn’t even know it. How could that be? I’m not sure.
I was always a thin kid, didn’t start really chubbing out until I hit 30 or so. I kept buying larger waist-sized jeans: 34. 36. 38. 40. 42. 44…. 44!!!! That was a mini-wake-up call, but not definitive.
I remember going to a reunion of people I hadn’t seen in 20 years back in 2003. I saw a friend of mine who had gotten much larger and thought to myself, “Wow, Jeff sure got huge.” I didn’t see the photos of that event until many years later on Facebook, and you know what? I was huger than Jeff! But I didn’t realize it at the time.
My true wake-up call came in 2007, when I saw photos of myself on vacation. I was just large, larger than I thought I should be. 5’10”, 235. That’s obese. Plus, I was on two blood-pressure medications, and my insides would hurt for no apparent reason. I guess the fat was probably squishing my organs.
It was then that I woke up. Gotta lose weight.
Have you had your wake-up call? Have you been buying larger and larger jeans, but not thinking, “Hmmm…. Maybe I need to lose a few pounds”? Maybe you are like I was at one point and just figured — and this makes sense if you look around — “Well, I’m getting older and that automatically means getting fatter.”