Tim’s Angel

My wife gave me my angel.

The Angel From My Wife

After about a month of going through this life change of morbid obesity to health, I realized I had to face the demons that caused me to be as heavy as I was. There are demons associated with why I allowed myself to get this heavy. No one intentionally wants to be 500 pounds. No one intentionally wants to be morbidly obese. Most who are have resigned themselves to the fact they have to be this way.

This is just not the case.

I used to come home and I remember lots of tears and lots of anger on my part. I remember one night in particular, where I sat down on the edge of the bed and started to cry, “I don’t know if I could keep doing this. It takes so long and it’s so hard, I just don’t know if I can keep this up,” I sobbed. This was a regular occurrence in that I’d sit there and do this.

One night, my wife and her “tough love” aspect that she’s good with, says, “You know, I’m tired of this nonsense. I’ve heard enough. You do or you don’t. You either deal with it or don’t. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

“Here! Take this!”

She hands me a little, tiny porcelain angel. It dwarfed in my hand. It was the dumbest, cheapest thing you’d ever want to see. “Talk to this! Put it next to your sink and go in and talk to it every morning. She’ll listen to you. She’ll watch over you. She’ll take care of you. Then, I don’t have to hear it, I don’t have to listen to it.”

I thought, “Nice. Some love I get from my wife.”

I don’t think she or I realized how powerful that angel was.

I used to talk to that angel every morning. It became like a confessor to me. I used to talk to her each and every morning and tell her, “I’m going to make it through this day. I’m going to eat my breakfast, I’m going to eat healthy, I’m going to have some fruit, a healthy dinner and at the end of the day when I go to bed, I’m going to come by and tell you I did it!”

“And, I’m going to come back and tell you that every single day.”

“And, I’m going to be accountable to you.”

I’ll be damned but it worked. That angel became such a symbol of success and power for me. It was such a confessional for me, too. I could laugh in front of it. I could cry in front of it. It never talked back to me which was great! It became for me the symbol of my achievement which is why my movement is called “Angels for Obesity.”