I think one of the reasons my friend's medical situation has me so rattled is purely a selfish one.
Of course I am worried for her, I see her suffering, I heard the despair and despondency in her voice. And I'm trying so hard to be supportive and upbeat and positive.
But there's something else.
She's 10 years older than I am, morbidly obese, diabetic, and dealing with the results of ignoring her weight and her disease.
Looking at her, I see my future.
A future I do not want.
And then I remind myself about the changes I've made. How I'm eating healthier. How I have discovered a love of physical fitness.
That I have lost almost 70 pounds.
I still have another 60-65 pounds to go until my goal weight.
But I feel strong and healthy.
I like this feeling.
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