Don't Cry... You Can Over Come
Struggles of My Life ..
There is a time in every person's life when you look at yourself and you think. What have I done with my life? I know what your thinking. I am not talking about when it comes to your Job, Career, if you have kids, decided not to have kids, etc. I am talking about those people, whom wake up every day and look in the mirror and cry because they see what they have been come.
No, I am not making fun of anyone. Those people that look in the mirror and cry is because just like a lot of people lost the battle in staying in perfect health such as small belly's and muscles and six packs. The truth of the matter is according to the " Food and Health Survey" last year 22 percent of the people in the US went on a diet and according to the same survey we are up to 36 percent. I don't know about you, but this scares me. Like I said, I am not making fun of anyone, because,
I am one of those people who wake up every day and look in to the mirror and cry because I am scared to think what's going to happen to me, Will i have a full life, am I going to get sick because of how big I am, What problems will i have in the future? This all runs in my head. It wasn't until i got a wake up call last year.
I was working at my dream being a security officer for a company in my state and I was doing really well and one month, I had trouble walking around the building doing my job. My back, legs, sides all hurt and I ran out of breathe after walking about 100 feet. It was so bad I lost my job and lost my home because I couldn't walk down the hall to go to the restroom little own walk to the van and get another job. I had no choice, My health was getting bad and I knew it, so I left my place before I was evicted and moved in with my mom and step dad.
I moved in my moms and my step dad house on Aug 18th 2020, My mom immedately put me on a diet. Which i didn't like it because the sounded of it i wasn't gong to make it, However, I did. The diet was strict but it was flexable in some cases as well.
On one Early Morning I woke up about 8:00am to walk my dog and came down stairs to fix breakfast, We first weighed my self at that time I weighted in at a massive 408 pounds. So, mom put me on a 1,800 calories with Low Carbohydrates as well. I was able to eat for breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner 50 to 65 grams of carbohydrates and less then 20grams of Carbohydrates for 3 snacks.
Roughly, eight weeks later being on a Low Calorie / Low Carbohydrates Diet I weighed myself and I the scale said I was 363 pounds. I lost 45 pounds in 8 weeks. Am I super skinny now? No, Am I feeling better and able to walk longer, stand, and able to walk my pet longer? Yes I am. I am not 100 % better yet but I am confiedent I will be under 300 pounds my First of the Year.
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Donald Crank
My name is Donald Crank. I am 36 years old. I am currently living in a small town and I am Unemployed. I am looking for something to earn a little bit of money until i return back to work. I love writing and reading.
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