|I want to be at his 18th birthday party|
|I have never been the type of person that sets a multitude of goals for themselves. To be honest I have been blessed with a lovely wife, a great mum, and for the last five years a fantastic son called Matthew. I feel that keeping them and myself save and happy is a good enough goal to get me up in the morning, without setting goals and targets on how to run my life.|
That said, I do now have a goal that I am working hard towards. I want to be alive to see my son's 18th birthday. His 21st would be even better and his 40th a distant dream.
This may seem like a strange goal but let me explain a little more. I am 41 years old and weigh 111 kilos standing 185cm tall. I don't like to say it but according to my BMI I am obese. I have struggled with my weight for many years and have been diagnosed as type 2 diabetic for over 5 of these.
Add in to this high blood pressure, some depression, and my own dad dying at the tender age of 54 of a heart attack and you may well begin to get a better understanding of why I don't feel that dancing at Matthew's 18th is a definate certainty!
"So what are you going to do about it?" I hear some of you say. Well I am going to change my life with a much healthier diet and exercise regime, and slim down so that I give myself the best chance I can.
Actually, I have already started. Ten days ago I was 115 kilos and so I went on a 1500 calorie a day diet and swam 80 lengths a day at the local health club. This has helped me to drop 5 kilos but I am still about 20 kilos away from my ideal weight. I see this taking the rest of the year, and more importantly, the rest of my life, to achieve with alot of pain along the way.
Its funny but since I have started on my goal and taken notice of what I am eating, you begin to realise quite how badly some of us eat. Living on 1500 calories a day is really not that hard when you are careful about what you eat and in what portions you eat it. I have consumed 1200 calories so far today, at 8.00pm, and can honestly say I am no hungry. Just don't let me drive past a McDonalds!!!
So here I am sitting here, 42 years old, needing to live at least till I am 55 and setting my first real goal. Well actually I feel the need now to set two more goals. The second is to look after Matthew and bring in up in a way that means that he will want me at his 18th birthday party. Then the third will be to get some dancing lessons in about 10 years time so that I don't look stupid on that dance floor strutting out my moves!!!