Starting With Why.

September 25, 2012 at 1:14 pm 3 comments

My boss recently introduced me to a book he’s been reading.  The book is called Start With Why: How Great Leaders Inspire Everyone to Take Action.  Author Simon Sinek has given us this gem to think about: the real key to success is understanding our *why*.

Why do we get up every morning and do the things we do in our jobs, for our families, for our friends, for God?  Why do we make the choices we make?  Why do we want to accomplish certain things?  Is it for money?  Fame?  Spiritual fulfillment?

It got me thinking about my previous post about weight loss.  I say I want to get healthy, but I need to examine the reasons WHY or I will never be focused enough to reach my goal.

Is it a shallow WHY?  Am I driven by sheer vanity, the desire to look good in a smaller pair of jeans?  Partly, yes.  I’ll admit it. It’s a small why for me, but a why nonetheless.  I’m tired of feeling shlubby all the time, not wanting to buy new clothes because I hate the way they look on me.  Or because I’m “going to lose weight, after all, and I don’t want to waste the money now.”

The other why – the bigger WHY – is because I love my family.  And I have to get healthy for them.  Because they don’t benefit from a mom and a wife who is tired and lazy and feeling *blah* all the time.  And that’s how I have felt for quite a while now.

I had an episode with my heart last spring.  Getting ready for Bible study one morning, a pain ripped across the left side of my chest, rendering me unable to move for a good five minutes.  I could barely take a breath in.  The pain subsided after a few minutes, but a lingering feeling of being off remained throughout the day.  The next morning, a similar attack, although this one was milder, like an aftershock.

I decided it was time to call the doctor.

They did an ECG and a chest X-Ray.  Both normal.  Yet the doctor wanted to err on the side of caution and sent me to a cardiologist for a nuclear stress test.  For this fun little procedure, they pump you full of radioactive dye and take pictures of your heart.  Then they make you run for a while on the treadmill, stress your heart out a little.  Then more pics.

Sounds expensive, right?  Oh, yes.  Yes it is.

The test came back with a positive result.  Positive as in it looked like there was something going on in my heart.  Confusing for the cardiologist, who said the test result was in direct contradiction to the rest of my health factors.  I’m young(ish).  I’m generally healthy.  I’ve never smoked, don’t drink excessively, exercise frequently.

He declared it a false positive.  Yet during our conversation, he brought something up that I didn’t want to hear.  He said given my weight and my tendency to carry my weight around the middle, I’m at a high risk for metabolic syndrome.

He said pre-diabetes was just around the corner for me.

In two months, I will turn 37.  I vividly remember the day my mother was diagnosed with type II diabetes, in the summer of 1991.

She was 38.  I was 15.  And I didn’t understand why she laid on the bed and cried after that diagnosis.  Now, I understand.

And while I am generally healthy overall, my cholesterol is high.  And I never had a definitive answer of exactly what I was experiencing that day last spring, when my chest seized up.  That’s kinda scary.

I have two young kids to raise.  And a husband who needs me around.  And I have so much work to do here on this earth, and letting myself get unhealthy has impeded that work.

So.  What now?

My friend Jacque has pointed me in the direction of an eating plan to get me started.  I’ll share the details of that later in the week.

For right now, though, I want to say thank you to everyone who responded to my first post.  I think I struck a chord among you.  I received so many comments on my Facebook page and through private messages and emails, comments of support and encouragement and me-toos!  You are part of my why.

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Entry filed under: A weighty matter.

I’m tired of failing. So here goes. It Starts With Food.

3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Mom  |  September 25, 2012 at 4:10 pm

    I’m sorry, Amy, that you have inherited some of my genetic frailties. I remember that day and that phone call very well and I remember not being able to explain to you what I was feeling. But here we are 21 years later and I am living with diabetes and have it pretty much under control. I am your biggest cheerleader but not always your best example. You can do it! I am so proud of you and what you stand for.

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    • 2. ~Amy  |  September 25, 2012 at 4:28 pm

      And you are also a great example of picking up after a diagnosis like that and marching forward! 🙂

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      • 3. Mo.  |  September 25, 2012 at 5:11 pm

        Remember too the stress that we endured that year. That contributed greatly to my early onset diabetes. I knew that I had a lot left to do too. I still do!

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