Into the Wind

It's hard, isn't it? Walking into the wind. One time, many years ago I visited New England. I had just lost 150 pounds, and was looking forward to walking/running in a new place. The flight up the coast was uneventful this time, unlike the year before where the seat belt barely went around my girth. This time I settled into the tiny airplane seat, and aside from the feeling of imminent death, the flight was good!

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It's hard, isn't it? Walking into the wind. One time, many years ago I visited New England. I had just lost 150 pounds, and was looking forward to walking/running in a new place. The flight up the coast was uneventful this time, unlike the year before where the seat belt barely went around my girth. This time I settled into the tiny airplane seat, and aside from the feeling of imminent death, the flight was good!


Once I arrived, I settled in and asked my hosts where a good place to run would be. They willingly took me in their car, and traced out a 5-mile route. Five miles was a bit more than I usually ran, but I was confident I could do it. The next morning, I woke up early, put on my shoes, and headed down their street. The first part of the route was flat - winding along the small country town where they lived. The route made a 90 degree turn at about the 2-mile mark, and the hill came. The wind was blowing hard, as it often does in New England, and I struggled to continue my pace up the huge hill. Breathing hard, I worked and worked. I eventually alternated running a few steps with walking a few steps, until I finally made it up the biggest hill I had ever seen in my life.


Right before I reached the crest of the hill I stopped, put my hands on my thighs and breathed hard. After a few seconds of rest, I stood up. I thought to myself, "Man, that wind is a killer. I think I'm going to find a different route for tomorrow's exercise." I gathered up my stamina, and pushed over the last bit of the hill. Once I reached the top, the most amazing sight met my eyes. In the distance was the lake, and beyond that the mountains. The sun was rising behind me, and it was literally the most spectacular sight I had ever seen. It was almost as if I felt the hand of God on me.


I jogged down the hill, all the time marveling at the gorgeous view. All at once it came to me. I struggled up that hill, ready to quit at every other step, not knowing what was ahead. Once I got to the top, the feeling of serenity and peace pushed away all the effort it took to get to the top.


A journey to health is much like my New England run. You run, and walk, and push, and pull; sometimes not being able to see what lies at the top of the hill. But when you get there, the rewards both emotionally and physically will be amazing. No matter if you have 10 pounds to lose, or 100 pounds to lose, the rewards of successful weight loss are many.


I wish I had a picture beautiful enough to show you that would describe the feeling I get when I remember the rewards weight loss has brought to my life. You may sometimes feel like you are walking into the wind – just don't forget the beauty that lies just over the hill.

Blog written by Diane Carbonell
Diane Carbonell lost 158 pounds and has maintained the loss for over 12 years. During those years of maintenance, she gave birth...