On the way to work this morning, I was listening to reports about the revolution in Libya. They were giving guns to civilians who were willing to go and fight and even die for something they believe in. It made me think, what am I willing to die for?
Is there something I am that passionate about? Yes, I would die for my family. I really started thinking about the saying, "I would die for something I believe in." That is when I realized that I had been dying for something I used to believe in. I used to believe that I was no good. I was worthless. I was fat and didn't deserve a better job, life, or anything. I was dying. I had come to terms that I was going to die of a heart attack. I just knew that is what was going to kill me. I was dying for my selfishness and hid behind the thing that was killing me. Food.
Now I am living; now I am running. I am going to run a 5K this Saturday. By the end of this year, I will have run a marathon. I ran my 28 minutes this morning and went further than I ever had before. The first time I ran 20 minutes without stopping, I got to the church on Walnut Lawn. Today, I got to it in 14 minutes! I ran a mile in 12 minutes today. I am willing to live for myself and my family.
Start living today. Do not be willing to live unhealthy lives! If my fat butt can do it, anyone can.