The scars of my youth imprinted across my stomach, stretching behind my shoulders and dripping down my thighs. Are an everlasting reminder of, if I want to change something then I have to change it. In seventh grade I was 264 pounds and only 5’3 in height. Like the others in my family I too was at risk of diabetes, along with serious heart problems and general discomfort. That all changed when I started to realize these problems and decided to take matters into my own hands.
Every single day on the bus a red head kid, who lived across the street from me, would throw pencils at me and call me fat. To school and from school, religiously, every single day. It didn't stop there, when I got to school the girls in my class would laugh at me from behind my seat and call me names like tubby and lard-o. I felt miserable being who I was, being myself, being the person I was born as. This was the point in my life where I began to think, “I am not living my life to the fullest. It is time for things to change; it is time for me to change.” It was, and so, I did. …show more content…
I couldn’t continue down the path of sugary foods and sweets, especially knowing that a diet consisting of high amounts of sugar would put me at higher risk of getting diabetes later on in life like my father and his father before him. Counting calories was the hardest part of my transitional period due to the high maintenance in keeping track of what I was eating particularly this was the first time in my life where I had to do so. However, I remained determined knowing that if I kept to it, counting every calorie I ate, it would pay off in the end. The decision to stop eating red meat was a difficult decision, considering my Hispanic heritage and the amount of home cooked meals that consisted of red meat ingredients like tacos or
Every single day on the bus a red head kid, who lived across the street from me, would throw pencils at me and call me fat. To school and from school, religiously, every single day. It didn't stop there, when I got to school the girls in my class would laugh at me from behind my seat and call me names like tubby and lard-o. I felt miserable being who I was, being myself, being the person I was born as. This was the point in my life where I began to think, “I am not living my life to the fullest. It is time for things to change; it is time for me to change.” It was, and so, I did. …show more content…
I couldn’t continue down the path of sugary foods and sweets, especially knowing that a diet consisting of high amounts of sugar would put me at higher risk of getting diabetes later on in life like my father and his father before him. Counting calories was the hardest part of my transitional period due to the high maintenance in keeping track of what I was eating particularly this was the first time in my life where I had to do so. However, I remained determined knowing that if I kept to it, counting every calorie I ate, it would pay off in the end. The decision to stop eating red meat was a difficult decision, considering my Hispanic heritage and the amount of home cooked meals that consisted of red meat ingredients like tacos or