This is going to sound extrememly weird, so anyone who thought I was a normal person, please skip on.
I've only ever admitted this to people very close to me, but I'm very, very scared of dying. The thought of leaving this world, early, without achieving everything I want to, scares me so much that there have been times when I've been too frightened to sleep at night. Because I thought about death so much, and thought about how unhealthy I was, I would get chest pains, feel short of breath, pangs of discomfort... whether it was a genuine health problem or just something deeper, I wanted it to stop.
That links in with a big loss my family suffered over Christmas. The person in question went swimming 3-5 times a week, taught PE, ate healthily and watched weight. Despite really looking after herself, she passed away not even reaching her 49th birthday. It does make you wonder, if someone who takes such good care of themselves can die young, then the chances are even greater for someone that doesn't look after themselves.
Other than that, I guess what's really inspiring me now is this community. I feel like I have to be more honest; it's easier to lie to yourself than to others. This is the first time I've publicly said what my weight is, and once I typed those dreaded numbers, and even said what they were in lbs, I've felt like I've got to be honest with people about other things. That's led me to be more honest with myself, and I now weigh out amounts so I know exactly how much I'm eating.
All my thanks goes to the people here. They are what inspire me, and keep me going.
Bronsk