Counting Your Blessings

Counting Your Blessings

I was riding on a commuter train that accidently hit and killed a man this morning.  For those of us riding the train, there was but an hour’s inconvenience as we first waited for the police to arrive and then waited some more as buses were dispatched to the scene to carry us to our destination.  Things will not be so easy for that unfortunate man’s family as they are forced to face the awful fact of his passing in the weeks and months ahead.  My heart goes out to each of them.

The immediate aftermath of this tragedy has resulted in me contemplating unanswerable questions about my own life.  I have been pondering what the implications might have been if I had not chosen to undergo weight loss surgery a little over two years ago.  Would I still be here?  What quality of life would I have now if I had continued to gain weight?  Obviously, I can’t know the answers to such questions with any degree of certainty, but I believe that I would have been much worse off in terms of overall physical and mental health than I am today. I guess what I am trying to say is that, despite the ongoing battle against the bulge, it is sometimes comforting to count your blessings, which for me includes that of having had weight loss surgery, regardless of the challenges I have overcome and those that remain.

RP