Dear “Before,”

Oh, how I hated you.

I was ashamed of how little care you took of me. I was ashamed of your lack of discipline. I was ashamed of how you self-medicated with crappy carbs and sugar fixes. I was ashamed of your lack of motivation. I rarely let you have your picture taken and because of my insecurity, I held you back from some great opportunities because I believed you would just embarrass yourself. I convinced myself I was just protecting you.

I was afraid you would be humiliated when you inevitably found yourself too large for a standard airplane seat belt or a roller coaster car and would have to exit the ride in disgrace. I condemned you when the doctor diagnosed you at age 27 with “insulin resistance,” and informed you that Type II Diabetes was on the horizon. How could you be so careless?

I thought you would never change. I thought you didn’t have the strength. I thought you were weak. But you showed me.

I realize now that I owe you a debt of gratitude and a sincere apology. It was you, “Before,” who made the decision to change your life. It was you who made the commitment to eat healthier and exercise. It was you who refused to resign to the inevitability of diabetes and plotted a different course.

It was you who gave up the junk food that you so enjoyed but left you empty and tired. It was you who didn’t let the setbacks derail the entire process. It was you who made some very difficult choices — choices that cost you a lot — because you were serious about change.

It was you who sweated to the oldies with Richard Simmons every morning for months until you had every step memorized. It was you who eventually had to tell Richard you needed more of a challenge and that you were going to start seeing Billy Blanks. It was you who had the brilliant idea to buy some free weights and use the living room coffee table as a weight bench.

It was you who asked for a REAL bench and weight set for Mother’s Day years ago. It was you who decided that buying some more equipment was a better way to reward yourself than a piece of pie. It was you who finally gathered the courage to join a gym and realized we were well worth the $19.95/month.

It was you who slept in your workout clothes every night so you’d have one less excuse to not get out of bed at 4:30 AM  so you could be there when the gym opened at 5:00. It was you who conquered your fear and walked into the free weight section when you realized the machines were not practical or effective. It was you who didn’t let the guys with big chests and tiny legs scare you back to the elliptical machine and nautilus equipment with, “the geeks and other women,” as one of those guys suggested.

It was you who read every book you could find, researched muscle groups and how they function, and built years’ worth of challenging and effective workouts — then DID them faithfully. It was you who logged months and months of workouts, charting your progress and documenting the journey. It was you who battled injury and kept going, who suffered the DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) and didn’t quit. It was you who committed to bench press your body weight and squat with 200lbs of iron across your back — and did it.

It was you who started shrinking even as your muscles grew. It was you who started disappearing as I began to emerge. It was you who sacrificed yourself so I could have my turn.

It was you who died so that I could live.

So that I could live healthier, happier, stronger, and better.

Now, you are gone and I’m here. I wish I could go back and tell you that I don’t really hate you at all, I just didn’t understand you at the time. I wish I could tell you how strong you really are, because I know you had doubts and would have appreciated the encouragement. I wish I could tell you that it will all be worth it — that you can do it, even when you start to think you can’t.

I wish I could thank you for making the sacrifices. I wish I could thank you for giving up the foods you loved and for getting out of bed at 4:30 in the morning when you so badly wanted to sleep. I wish I could thank you for every time you did one more rep even though your muscles were burning in pain.

I wish I could go back to that day you did that first pull-up and celebrate with you. I wish I could tell you how awesome that is and that I can do several pull-ups now because you did one. I’m healthy because you were strong. I’m disciplined because you were committed. I’m here because even though you suffered some setbacks along the way, you, “Before,” never quit. I won’t quit either.

I am no longer ashamed of what you were. Instead, I have finally learned to be proud of what you did. I wish I had more pictures of you because you are gone now and some people have forgotten you ever existed. I haven’t forgotten. I’ll never forget, but you understand that I can’t ever let you come back because to do so would be to pretend your sacrifice didn’t matter.

“Before,” to thank you, I am going to share my story with others who may be struggling with some of the same issues. I will share my story with other, “Befores,” out there, and hope that they, too, can find the help, the strength, and drive to bring about change for the better. I know there may be some who find fault with parts of the story and the choices we made. But, “Before,” you made sacrifices and endured a lot to get me to this point. I’ll take it from here because one person who finds inspiration and hope to change is worth any number of critics.

“Before,” I love you. I owe you my life.

Very sincerely,


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