Trails of the Hills Are Alive Introduction
This past week marked the two year anniversary of our journey to better health and well being. In the weeks and months ahead, we’ll blog about our experiences from the past and future in a series we’ll call “The Trails of the Hills are Alive“. We are in no means fitness and health experts. Nor are we in any way making suggestions in our posts that this is the way it has to be done. That this is the WAY to go. We are just telling our particular story. In our first post, lets start with recognizing there is a problem. That is where it all began for us.
It was 2 years ago that we had reached our limit. That eating poorly and taking care of our body poorly had to change. It wasn’t an overnight decision. There was no impending dire health consequence. We weren’t about to die the next day. It was simply that enough was enough. Long ago, way back in high school there was a time when we had come across a giant pair of pants. They were our father’s pants hidden in an old trunk. We took them out and put them on. They were a size 38 and we were not even a size 28 at the time. We said, we’ll never get this big, EVER! If we did, something was indeed wrong! The sheer volume of these pants were more than we could’ve ever imagined being capable of. Well, 12 years later imagination became reality. Of course we were in denial at the time. Getting pants altered that said differently. Our 36’s were becoming 37’s and we were now at the cusp, at the edge of the cliff. There was no going back. We were growing out of our altered 36’s and 37’s and we needed to PURCHASE 38’s! The old pants were just getting way too tight around the waist. So tight that belts we required to keep them on so that we could undo the button for just that little bit more space.
The line was there in front of us. We needed to change our ways. We had vowed never to be a 38! There was no going there but the reality was we already were there. We were just NEVER GOING TO BUY A SIZE 38 PANT! So doing so was not an option.
We were always relatively active. Biking and doing sports a few times a week. Just we did not do them with any regularity or purpose. Our mantra being that as long as we were somewhat active, we could eat whatever and whenever we wanted. Somewhere along the way that balance between food and activity became unbalanced towards too much food and too much inactivity. It had been that way for too long. We were never meant to be this big and it just wasn’t healthy mentally and physically. We didn’t like what we were seeing in the mirror. We needed a plan to succeed. A plan to make change happen.
Next Trails post will deal with the “plan” and “goals“. Every good goal or goals needs a plan or else its doomed to fail. Til’ then think about forgetting the pressure to be something your not. Think about keeping goals realistic and plentiful.