Let’s talk about Lauren. My beautiful, beautiful baby girl. If you remember last week I mentioned that Lauren was beginning to fall into a state of depression about her weight and her self-image as a whole. You saw some of that this week. I cannot tell you how many times Al and I would have conversations with her telling her how beautiful she was, how smart and funny she was. It all fell on deaf ears. Her response always was “you have to say that, you’re my parents.” Nonsense. We are not those parents that tell our children what they want to hear. We tell our children what they need to hear, and we don’t sugar coat it. Although Lauren was overweight, we never said she needed to lose weight for vanity reasons. She needed to lose weight for health reasons, both mentally and physically.
My husbands’ family has a history of obesity, and Albert was no exception -- he’s lost nearly 100 pounds over the last two years. I’ll never forget the doctor’s words to him -- when you are overweight, it’s not if you get diabetes, it’s when. It’s not if you get high blood pressure, it’s when. It’s not if you get heart disease, it’s when. Your risk of cancer is higher, and your life expectancy can be cut short drastically due to your weight. I remember bursting into tears and looking at him and asking him if overeating was worth him dying. The answer is obvious. He took action and is healthier than ever. Thank you, God. There was no way in hell we were going to watch our daughter go down this road.