Two of my aunts died from complications of health problems that related to obesity. I have another aunt who was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes along with her husband and 3 of her daughters. One of my aunt's last meal before she died was eating deep fried lamb chops with all the fat attached to it. They said she ate a lot and then keeled over.
Almost all of my first cousins are overweight. I'm sure more that half of them have Type 2 diabetes. My step father had his heart valve replaced. The doctors were nervous that he wouldn't survive the surgery because he was so overweight. He survived, lost a lot of weight and then gained it all back and then some. I keep waiting to get the phone call about him. My mother is a pre-diabetic. She's overweight too.
A year ago at my aunt's funeral, I looked at all the family members from across the country that came to attend. My sister and I were the smallest in size. She's a size 16 and I'm a 14.
My grandmother was obese. She battled all sorts of health complications that I know came from her weight. When my mother couldn't take her to the doctor, I took her and had to translate what the doctor said. She told me to tell the doctor that losing weight wasn't going to solve her health problems. Grandma was old school, she believed that the bigger you were, the healthier you became. I wish she listened to her doctor.
I don't want to die young. I don't want to live my life on a dialysis machine or take various medications for heart, blood pressure, and cholesterol problems. I want to stop the cycle of an unhealthy lifestyle with me. I want my husband and my son to be fit and be healthy. I don't want to end up like my aunts or my grandmother. I want to be healthy. I want to live.
Food for Thought: "No matter who you are, no matter what you do, you absolutely, positively do have the power to change."
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