Tonight I came home and texted my brother a video of my mom doing a deadlift with 105 lbs. You see, beyond the fact that it is impressive to see any woman in their 60’s lifting that much weight, we as a family are so happy and proud to see my mom enjoying something. For the first time, I have found something that my mom enjoys. LIFTING!
And to be honest, I didn’t give my mother enough credit–she’s skyrocketed in her weights in a very short amount of time.
When you love someone and you see the way that their weight, other people’s stares, and their health are such a burden; you hope and pray that something will click to make things easier for them.
Little by little–and I mean in very small steps–we have changed up the way my mom eats. Five years ago she would eat fast-food for every meal, she would have diet coke all day, and she would sit all day. Her weight was at an all-time high and I was getting so worried. I want her to be here for a long time. Yet I couldn’t talk to her about it without her being sensitive–very sensitive, as most of us are with this subject. There was a plan that I had over and over again that we would just bust a move and get her crazy in shape. I never told her this was my plan but I had it in the back of my mind. So when it never happened, I would get so disappointed.
Yet now I look back at the last few years and I realize that we HAVE been doing a lot to change up her life…it just didn’t happen in the time that I wanted.
Here are some things that I realized: