Looking in the Rearview Mirror

The other day, after I dropped Mark off at work, I was at a stop light, and what I saw in the car behind reminded me of someone. In the car was a man who looked like he could barely fit in the car. His stomach was showing on the steering wheel. I was watching him eat one donut after the other. I was not only looking in the mirror at this man, but I was looking back at who I used to be.

Now I know you are all saying, "Charlie, you were never THAT fat." True, while I endured embarrassment are using a seat belt extension on planes, I could still fit behind the wheel of a car.  Eating a bunch of donuts, or a whole pizza, or a tube of cookie dough was not out of the ordinary not that too long ago.

While I have gained some of the weight back that I had previously lost, I can't eat like I used to. There is no three cereal bowl breakfasts. I can't even imagine eating a half a cake in a sitting. Don't even get me started on how I liked eating cake frosting out of a can.

The journey I started eight years ago walking and then running, has taken me to a much healthier place. While I still have my moments, I feel taking up running was one of the all time best things I ever did for myself. Yes, I want to lose weight, but I also know it takes time and patience. I don't always feel I have either, but I am on a good course right now, and am feeling good.

Still seeing that man in the rearview mirror was a reminder of who I was....and who I don't ever want to be again.

Charlie