When I weighed 328 pounds, I was stuck. I was too busy to cook, too tired to exercise, too stressed to deal with my weight in any way. I didn’t go to the doctor and I didn’t have scales in the house. It was my job, my duties as a wife and mother, my house upkeep, my sick father , my hypothyroidism, and a myriad of other reasons that made it clear my weight was not my fault!
I self perpetuated my life, but I didn’t see that until the day I stood on the scales. When the needle rolled past the 300 pound mark to settle in at ‘28’, I realized where all this denial had led.
I started to imagine. I dreamt of a life where I didn’t wheeze when I walked, and my thighs didn’t rub together anymore. I pictured shopping in regular stores instead of the larger clothing stores. I looked in the mirror and squinted until my three chins disappeared.
That was where my journey started. I glimpsed beyond that present reality into a future possibility. I imagined a different life.
You know, Thomas Edison created 1,284 prototypes of the light bulb before he got it to work. Wow – now that is imagination. He glimpsed into the future and saw something different too.
One day I received a phone call from a woman who was desperate. She was a former high school principle who had retired and was vacationing with her husband and friends. On her last vacation, she stayed behind in the car while her husband and friends went for a tour. She felt too heavy to join them, and didn’t want to hold them back. Sobbing into the phone, she asked: “Is this is it, Alicia? Is this the way I am going to end my life?”
My answer? “Yes, unless you can first imagine it being different.”