It was 1960 and my friend and I decided to weigh ourselves on the scale in the bathroom at work. My friend, 2 inches taller with wider shoulders, was 'overweight' in my mind and weighed in at 219 lbs. Then I stepped on the scale and I weighed in at 214 lbs! That's when I realized I was the overweight one.
From then on, I reduced my food intake by quite a bit, not
drastically but still a lot. Instead of
2 sandwiches, soup, a piece of cake and 2 small whole milks, I had 1 sandwich,
soup and 1 milk with occasional dessert.
After a night out, I would go to the diner with my friends and I would drink coffee instead of having the meal I would have normally consumed (2 eggs, ham or bacon, home fries,
toast, coffee and a glass of whole milk).
I started losing weight slowly, more so at
first. I also started playing more
handball, basketball, softball, etc... My habits regarding eating changed
markedly, especially as to volume, but I knew I still had too much fat, sugar and salt in my diet.
Gradually, from then on, I reduced my consumption of these items as well.
I am not a health "nut" but I am still careful
as to what I eat. For ex. I would be happy (if only temporarily) eating Hagen Dazs ice cream every day but I know this isn't healthy for me so I have it every week or so and then only a small portion. I have kept
the weight off for all of these years and I am certain my overall health is surely better at age 74
than if I had not made some changes all those years ago.
After a year of reading lots of books,
weekly classes, tests, and trainings + certifications to
become a Health Coach, I learned that my Dad had already figured out the key to
achieving and maintaining a healthy weight and lifestyle... getting back to the
basics: motivation, moderation, smart choices and reason. I am sure my Dad
has told this story before but I didn’t really hear it until now… when health +
nutrition is always top of mind.
When I think about it, my Dad and Mom always
knew that going back to the basics was the answer. Growing up, I remember my Dad
working in the garden in our backyard where we grew corn and tomatoes and where
my sister and I ate fresh peas on summer mornings. We picked apples from the tree on the hill and also had fresh eggs from
the chickens we kept in the coop by the garden. My parents have recycled for
as long as I can remember and have composted for even longer. My Mom always packed our school lunches and they were gauranteed to include carrot sticks and a handwritten note wishing us a good day. I literally grew
up surrounded by these healthy habits. I realize how lucky I am and I want to
thank my parents for being such wonderful and healthy role models for me and
for my sisters.
Happy Birthday, Dad! Here's to many more healthy and happy years. Cheers!
Have a healthy day!
Family Photo from my Dad's 70th Birthday Party |
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