During my workout the other day, I was flipping a huge tire up and down the street. By huge, I’m talking 275 pounds. Then it dawned on me. I used to weigh almost as much as that tire.
Before that math equation epiphany, I was beating myself up for a lack of “perfection” along my journey. I let a few indulgent choices slip in past the treat meal expiration date. It may not seem like a big deal to some people, but if you’ve ever lost a massive amount of weight, gaining even a few pounds can feel like you’ve traveled back in time. When I tipped the scales at 267 pounds in my 20s, the emotional weight of poor health decisions hurt more than the physical pain of obesity.
But here I was, all those years later, literally pushing my past up and down the street. That tire reminded me of one very important thing about the past: you can let it push you into your destiny, or pull you back.
The choice is yours. Today, and every day, I choose to use my past for fuel, not for fear. I hope you make the same decision too.