So my sister has been kicking ass and taking names this year. Down over 40 pound since Christmas I watched her run today. Run!!! For a brief moment she (and we) thought her weight loss my be an illness, but nope- it's all her and her healthy choices.
That's what it comes down to. Making the choice. Making the choice not have a donut with your coffee in the morning. The choice to have oatmeal and berries instead. The choice to go out for a walk even when your knees scream at you or your FM is beating you down. The choice to go an extra lap because of the rush you get when you move your body.
I know there are a ton of people out there who will say that obesity is not a choice. But it is. What's worse I think is that all those people who had always been heavy-- they don't know any better. They don't know that they have a choice, they don't know that they can change. They don't know that they don't have to have to be obese.
Easy for me to say? Sure. But anyone can do it. Watching my sister lap me at the track tonight was so inspiring. I can see that she is making a choice, a choice to be healthy.
You make that choice and the weight will fall off.