ChantillyLace88
New member
Hello, I thought I should finally introduce myself after joining this forum over 4 months ago. My name is Chantel. I'm a 21 year old student switching from an architecture major to business. I thought I should share with everyone why I decided to change my eating habits and lifestyle. Of course there are the obvious reasons (wearing size 4 jeans, better body image and confidence). Then, there are the much more personal and important reasons.
I've always struggled with my weight since I can remember, although I never took diet and exercise seriously. I would toil around with an idea of eating healthier for a few days (at most) then go right back to eating all the processed, fatty crap and feel guilty for a bit. Never did I make a conscious effort.
It wasn't until March 7, 2009 that I finally realized it isn't just about how I look anymore.That is the day my 42 year old father (140 pounds I might add) passed away from a hereditary form of heart disease, hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. Although this had nothing to do with his weight considering he was a small man, it did change my perspective of life in general, and taking care of yourself because no one wants to die at 42.
The unhealthy decision my father made was drug use at a young age. Using cocaine was his drug of choice when he was growing up, and it led to the progression of his heart condition worsening. Using food was my drug and can ultimately lead to other forms of heart disease. It took losing my father to learn that, but the least I can do is better myself, simply for myself and for those who love me along with my father.
Simply put, it's hard to stay motivated for some on the thought of "just" being healthy (at least that's how I thought).
I can wear a size 0 dress and be as UNhealthy as a size 24 IF image sticks as my main priority, which it no longer is.
The way I'm starting to see things is "health is all ya got". And life doesn't give second chances.
I've always struggled with my weight since I can remember, although I never took diet and exercise seriously. I would toil around with an idea of eating healthier for a few days (at most) then go right back to eating all the processed, fatty crap and feel guilty for a bit. Never did I make a conscious effort.
It wasn't until March 7, 2009 that I finally realized it isn't just about how I look anymore.That is the day my 42 year old father (140 pounds I might add) passed away from a hereditary form of heart disease, hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. Although this had nothing to do with his weight considering he was a small man, it did change my perspective of life in general, and taking care of yourself because no one wants to die at 42.
The unhealthy decision my father made was drug use at a young age. Using cocaine was his drug of choice when he was growing up, and it led to the progression of his heart condition worsening. Using food was my drug and can ultimately lead to other forms of heart disease. It took losing my father to learn that, but the least I can do is better myself, simply for myself and for those who love me along with my father.
Simply put, it's hard to stay motivated for some on the thought of "just" being healthy (at least that's how I thought).
I can wear a size 0 dress and be as UNhealthy as a size 24 IF image sticks as my main priority, which it no longer is.
The way I'm starting to see things is "health is all ya got". And life doesn't give second chances.
