Or maybe it was one year ago tomorrow. Either way I can't believe it's been a year since I resolved to become a healthier person. That was a very low point. Uncomfortable in my too-tight jeans, feeling badly about how I looked to my husband, worrying about becoming a health statistic as I prepared for my first colonoscopy. I remember dodging cameras, hiding in baggy clothes, feeling resigned to premature middle-age (at least looks-wise).
I feel so much better now in so many ways: more energetic, attractive, strong, on the right track. I still worry about genetic diseases, with good reason, but I'm doing everything in my power to reduce any unnecessary risk. I lost more weight and become more athletic than I anticipated. And I certainly never thought that I would be successful enough to inspire other people.