It’s been a difficult week with pressures of work preventing me from walking at lunchtimes. But I still managed a two mile walk at the weekend despite the horrible weather. What kept me motivated was realising that with each step I take, I am walking away from the extra person I’ve been carrying around for years.
That thought, which popped into my head about half way through my second mile, has got we thinking about what else I’m walking away from.
What else am I walking away from?
Shaking off that extra person (should I think of a name for them?) may well be extending my life. I’ve heard somewhere that one of the ways the ancient Romans used to punish murders was to strap the victim to the perpetrator. The consequence was that, as the corpse rotted, so did the flesh of the murderer. They would die a horrifying and terrible death. The person I’m carrying around may not be rotting away, but it certainly isn’t helping my health.
I may be walking away from Type II diabetes. I was diagnosed a few years ago and half been told it is possible to reverse the diagnosis by losing the weight, eating better, and exercising. I’m not holding my breath on that one as my Dad has the same condition but is not overweight, eats sensibly, and walks several miles everyday. Not bad for a man in his 80s.
What I am certain of, is that I am walking away from an appalling self-image. I don’t like seeing the rolls of fat, I feel terrible whenever I hear news articles about obesity. I’m ashamed of how I have let myself go. I used to play hockey for the school. I used to run 3 miles a day, every day. I feel now that people judge me as a person based on how I look, not the person I am inside. But I am already feeling better about myself.
There may not yet be much of a change in my appearance, but I am achieving, and cutting down the sugar content of my diet means I feel more alert and more alive. Not only am I walking away, I’m walking towards a new me.