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“I cried after a doctor’s appointment, unearthed my exercise bike and learned that difficult doesn’t always mean bad.”

Marina Gomberg

I seriously contemplated skipping my annual physical this year because I was afraid I’d get a talking-to for being overweight. It was like the nervousness you get before seeing the dentist as a not-perfect flosser, but times 100. How had I gotten here?

I ended up giving in since that’s sort of the point of physicals — to catch dis-ease before it becomes disease — and I decided (trepidatiously) to go.

Well, who cried at the end of her appointment after learning she’s healthy albeit hefty? This gal. And whose only homework was to be kinder to herself? This gal. So, who decided come hell or high calories that she was going to make a change? You guessed it.

There was a problem, though. Ever since I stopped playing soccer in my early adulthood, I’ve lacked a routine of exercise. In fact, I’ve had a pretty strict policy about running, which was to only do it if being chased (and even then, it’d probably depend on who was doing the chasing).

OK, so maybe the question of how I got here is easier to answer than I wanted to acknowledge, but making sustainable change wouldn’t be so effortless. For an efficient (lazy) person who deeply appreciates fine cuisine (overeater), the idea of moving more and eating less wasn’t super appealing.

Something about a life of sweat and celery just made me sad.

But so did telling my son, Harvey, that Mimi needs to take a little breather when he wants to keep running and playing. And so did falling asleep every night to the sounds of my inner fat-shaming monologue.

So, I dusted off the clothing rack— I mean, stationary bike — downloaded the Noom weight-loss app and decided: That day would be my worst — because if I did something different that day, every day after could be better.

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