I was sad to hear last night of James Gandolfini's death. Marc and I were late-comers to The Sopranos hysteria. In fact, we watched ZERO of it when it was actively airing. But we were looking for something to watch with our Blockbuster subscription a couple of summers ago and watched all the seasons in one summer.
Marc and I both remember watching it one day - it was a scene where Tony and Carmella were fighting (verbally) and he was almost gasping for breath. I said to Marc - "Boy he sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen!"
My life circumstances are different then a lot of people's here. I don't have kids. But, as someone whose father died of a heart attack way too young, I can tell you that it had a PROFOUND and DRAMATIC effect on both my brother (who was 15) and myself (age 18). It has been over 22 years and I can remember that horrible morning with the clarity as if it happened yesteday.
That's what James' son gets to live with now. And his baby daughter will never know her father.
I get caught up here talking about weight loss for vanity related reasons - looking hot in certain clothing, having muscles, attracting attention. But, the main reason for losing weight is being healthy, right? Who would you leave behind if you were to die tomorrow as a result of your lifestyle choices?
The next time you buy a pack of cigarettes, the next time you make a cake that calls for 3 sticks of butter and then scarf down a piece (or 2), the next time you "don't have the motivation" so you call off that day's workout - just think about the reality that your choices can radically alter not just your future...
No one's time on this earth is guaranteed - I could be run over by a truck while running tomorrow - but don't we owe it to someone in our lives - even besides ourselves - to be healthy?