As many of us know, weight loss (or maintenance of optimal health) isn’t easy. We make a commitment for a few weeks then fall off for months — a cycle of despair of sorts. I’ve been through the cycle plenty of times, but recently decided enough was enough. The excerpt below is from a piece written for UPTOWN Magazine on my challenges with living a healthy life and how I’ve started to turn things around. Check it out.
Just over a month ago, I was passing by the mirror in my apartment while getting ready for work and realized I didn’t like what I saw. The months of eating cheap Harlem food, ordering takeout nightly, and visiting street meat vendors had finally caught up with me. My stomach protruded like I was about to deliver. My chest looked like it was on its Rick Ross flow. I was the unhealthiest I had been in a long time and definitely didn’t feel like a boss. It was the antithesis of cool.
The truth is I’ve struggled with my weight (and health) a lot over the last year. I’d make a commitment to getting back in shape then fall off a soon as life picked up. Having a day job and night hustle can have that effect on you. But something was different this time. Maybe it was the fact my body ached for reasons unknown. Maybe it was the fact that the only ab work I’d gotten was from sucking my stomach in whenever I walked into a room full of people. Maybe it was the fatigue that plagued me daily. Maybe it was seeing myself in Facebook pictures and thinking to myself that I was the one that fell off. Maybe it was realizing that I’m 29 and my speedy metabolism might be preparing for a lifelong hiatus. Most likely it was a combination of all five. I’d never felt more insecure about my body in my whole life.