Yeah, JR is up to it again. Warm up your tar and start plucking the feathers.
I would like to say that I decided to get healthy because I wanted to live a long life, free of diet related illnesses. I would like to say that I decided to get healthy because I wanted to serve mankind with my golden years. I would like to say that I wanted to prevent being a burden on my family and society. I would like to say that any of those noble motivations were paramount in my reasons for getting healthy. I would like to say that… but they would not be true.
You see, my primary motivation is because I was really sick and tired of what I saw in the mirror. I was tired of feeling crappy. I was tired of seeing my scale go from 220, to 230, to 240, to 250+ and not knowing where it would stop. My primary motivation was vanity. I hated what I had become physically and I wanted it to get better. Perhaps, I am not the only one out there.
The blessings of my vanity is that perhaps I will be around to pursue those noble motivations now. Perhaps I can turn my blessing into blessings for others. Perhaps I can now make a difference in the lives of those that are in the same position I was in 2013. Perhaps I can give them hope.
Some of you know that my brother Donnie is dying. He is 3 years younger than I am. He and I have not had a real relationship for over 40 years. I had no idea what was going on in his life. I won’t get into those reasons, but that is the state of our non-existent relationship. I had no idea he had become diabetic (in spite of being thin), had kidney failure, heart disease and was experiencing heart failure. Some of this was due to medication, but it is mostly attributed to poor lifestyle choices and poor diet decisions.
Had I known what I know now, 10 years ago, I would have been able to help him. I might have been able to help him avoid his current situation. I might have been able to extend his life. I might have been able to save him. But that is not the case for my brother. Unless God intervenes in a supernatural way, Donnie will die soon.
What about your Brother? What about your Father? What about your Husband? Is it too late for them? I hope not. What I have learned this last week is this. Once you are faced with the final step we all are faced with in this life, there is no more time. No more time to reconcile? No more time to embrace? No more time to say you love them?
I share this with you to spare you of what my Mom and I are going through. Take heed and take the steps necessary to heal yourself and your loved ones.