I remember the moment because I felt so darn bad. I was just returning home from Colorado, where I had been shooting my TV show and I felt just awful. Stepping on the scale confirmed the one glaring fact that I managed to push to the very recesses of my brain.
I weighed too much.
I had been able to conceal it from myself and, in most cases, others with slightly bigger clothes and artful cropping of photos.
You know who wasn’t buying it?
Breathing was already difficult while we were on location; the base elevation of Breckenridge is nearly 10,000 feet where the air was very thin. The extra padding around my hips and waist was not doing me any favors.
That was the beginning of a convergence of things.
I realized just how bad I felt, even at sea level. I didn’t like the way I looked. I have a big birthday coming up and I remembered how heart disease killed my father in the very decade I am now entering. Something had to change.
On Christmas day I decided to get my weight under control. Though I was a little fluffier than I’ve been, not too many people noticed. But I knew if I continued on the way I was going, this story would not have a happy ending.
My situation is not unique; there are a lot of women, wives, mothers and others who, like me, are so busy caring for others they forget to care for themselves. So how about this? For American Heart Month, here’s a quick look at 10 things you should be doing for your heart.
Remember, your family needs you!
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