Introduction
At the age of 51 and over 400 lbs, I had Congestive Heart Failure, Enlarged heart, Diabetes,
High Blood Pressure, Acid Reflux Decease, a Heart Attack and on 9 different medications, I knew
my life was about over. I could not stand for more than a few minutes at a time. My ankles would
swell making it even more painful to walk. My Doctor told me not to walk for more than 20 minutes,
or to pick up more than 20 lbs.
I knew if I didn't do something soon, my life would be over. I sank deeper and deeper into
depression. I would eat normal in front of others, but when I was alone, I would binge eat
everything I could. After these eating attacks, I would cry and beg God to end my life. I tried
every kind of diet there is. I would lose a few lbs, then I would gain the weigh back plus a few extra
lbs. Everything was hopeless.
Then one day I heard a Doctor explain, "We must give up on this generation and teach the next
generation about the dangers of obesity." I was totally in shock when I heard this. All I could think
of is "Please, don't give up on me!" The reality of it all took hold. If I didn't care enough about
my own health, what right did I have to expect others (including Doctors) to care. Doctors do care,
but they care more for those who want to live. Trying to help someone that is going to die anyway
seems hopeless. Most Doctors see thousands of patients and to help someone that doesn't care
about their own health, takes time away from those patients that do want to live and take care of
their health. Think about that long and hard! The reality of it should shock you too!
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