Hello all,
I'm finally updating my blog, I have had nothing to blog about all week so didn't want to bore y'all. I finally bought my shoes...YAY!! I got these kick ass nike shoes that I haven't as yet tried out cos I'm a lazy twit. This is after I had to sit through this sales chick tell me that I was a size 9 foot when i'm a size 8!! Ok I have beef with this cos you don't tell a big girl that the one place she believes is in proportion is actually bigger than she thought, I got enough to deal with already!! So then she brings out these ridiculously ugly shoes, they were so fugly it wasn't funny, they were like a trailer truck on my feet. They were really, really bulky and heavy. I must admit though they were comfortable because they were so stable that I guess they bore me really well but for the heart of me, I could not fathom shelling out $220 for a pair of the ugliest shoes I have ever seen in my whole entire life...and that's counting the puke yellow hiking-wanna be shoes one of my moms friends gave me. So I told her I'd think about it and went next door to footlocker and got the shoes I'd known I was going to buy all along, I just had to try them on and they were perfect, (and cheaper), so I got em.
Ok, on a more serious note. I watched a documentary on tv the other day called "medical miracles" or something like that. This particular episode was about a guy somewhere in the states who weighed 345kilos. Okay, i'll write that out again, he weighed 345 kilos. He had got to a point where he couldn't even move himself, he had to be rolled over in bed to prevent his bedsores from getting infected. He pretty much lived in his bed. For fear of death, his family got him to go to a rehab clinic for the morbidly obese (their term not mine). He couldn't stand it, partly because he thought their food sucked, he was way to used to feeding himself junk that healthy food just didn't figure in his rader. Also, this facility was way away from his wife and you know how it is when you are removed from your family and your support systems. He went into cardiac arrest because his body couldn't handle the massive strain it was under.

He died.

I was a bit shell shocked after this because in a way, even though I am trying to curb my bad habits before they get to a point where they can kill me, I have seen what awaits me if I should fail. However, even if I have seen this, I still get into phases (like now) where taking care of myself by watching what I eat and exercising, by surrounding myself with positive people, by not letting the stresses of life get to me just falls by the wayside. Other people have lost their battle to get a hold of their weight before it becomes to hard to handle, not just for aesthetic reasons but as a matter of life and death, I do not want to be one of those people. I keep marvelling at how great my body is because I haven't succumbed to diabetes or high blood pressure even if I am 30kilos or more overweight. I think I only have so long to go before my body gives up on taking care of me because I'm not taking care of my body. I think for the first time in my life I realise that I want to be healthy, not just nice to look at.