I would have never believed it. To hear this kind of news, you must be kidding. I eat right, or think I do. I’m not tremendously overweight, at least if I compare myself with the general populace. I exercise sometimes, in spite of the fact that the media tells me that I only have to do 20 minutes of vigorous exercise everyday. I must remember that everyone has a different definition of vigorous!
About 15 years ago, my wife and I were attending a health fair at one of the local hotels. I had been thinking more seriously about what I would look like when I got to be in my 60’s and beyond. Looking at the people around me, I realized that I was pretty healthy and really didn’t have any serious health issues (or so I thought). Sure, I had some heart problems, my joints hurt due to a bad knee injury left over from basic training, took Tums for my stomach after evening meals, and was pushing 200 pounds for my 6 foot frame. Wasn’t this the norm? Isn’t this America where it was okay to be 20-30 pounds overweight and talk about all your health issues?
It was at the health fair, that I took one of the devices you hold in your hands at chest level for a minute or so and the readout came: OBESE. What? You are kidding, right? OBESE at 26 percent body fat? OBESE? I didn’t like that word. For me it was the start of my quest to be healthier. I needed to do something about it. But what do I do? I had been at this weight for over 30 years! Why would I want to change? This was my wake-up call. However, it wasn’t one of those instant changes where you decide to go on a crash diet by not eating, drinking only water for a week straight to get back into shape. There was no way I was going to do that. I had seen other people try it, and after a week of dehydration, they would typically go back to eating like they had always done as that was their “comfort zone” and they were not about make a change.
For my wife and I, it was more about taking a look at where we were, assessing the situation, and starting to make subtle changes. I was content with my weight at that time. I did not realize that I would be more content, as well as comfortable, if I lost some of those extra pounds that were classifying me as “obese.”
The first thing I did was to start reading labels and counting calories. Not that I knew anything at the time about what I was reading, but it sounded good. The next thing was to eliminate things I didn’t really need like candy, sugar, sodas, junk food, etc. Needless to say, just by doing that, I reduced that number of Tums I was taking every night.
The next step, I hypothesized correctly, was the need for some sort of vitamin supplementation. There are a million different variations of nutritional vitamin supplements on the market. Everyone advertises theirs as the best. I started with a vitamin network marketing company that said they could prove they were the best. They had the documentation, the doctors’ endorsements, and at the plenty of testimonies endorsing the products.
That was now the opportunity to begin a new career!