J. “Hi Honey, How are you?”
A: “I’m fine.”
J: “What are you up to?”
A: “Not much in the 20 minutes since you left...”
So would go the conversation every Tuesday as I drove to my hockey game. I had to call my wife when I was about 10 minutes from the rink...
Because I was afraid I might die on the ice.
I know that sounds overly dramatic, but in looking back on why I always called then, but don’t often call now - I’m realizing that’s why I did it.
I’m 5’7” tall, and I weighed 210 pounds.
I couldn’t give up the game I love, but I also knew I was taking a chance, or at least I felt like it.
I was afraid I might die.
I tell this story now because I’m about to head into the one year anniversary of the weekend where I truly made the decision to lose the weight and make changes to my lifestyle and eating habits.
It’s March Madness Baby!
Every year for the past 10 years I’ve headed out to meet some friends at a local bar and grill for the first weekend of the NCAA College Basketball Tournament. Over the course of the weekend we sample all and any parts of the menu, we have some beverages, we put the outside world aside, and we live basketball for pretty much 72 hours. It’s tradition. I love my friends. I love the camaraderie. I love the good time. Last year, I learned to love the salad.
This year, I love March Madness because it marks a significant point in my life. A point where I had to admit to myself that I felt like crap... a lot, that it was time to take stock, to turn some things around-
I feel like I’m doing things the right way. It’s not some crazy diet. I didn’t change who I am.
I am not finished.
I am not dead.