The title just says it all, doesn't it? My dad is a major motivator behind my exercise obsession. When he got out of the navy during vietnam (he was drafted army, but joined the navy before his ship date so he wouldn't get his ass shot off in the jungle) he weighed about 180, and gained weight, eventually up to about 300, with gusts varying between 280 and 320.
Or as the saying goes, he's been digging his grave with a fork and spoon for the last 30 years or so. A year or so back, he was in with a mild heart attack, no permanent damage, a week or so ago, same thing. Today, I found out from my mom, (they're seperated since I was three) who'd gotten it from my brother that my dad was in the hospital again today.
Seems he went in for tests, and he had a heart rate of 160 or so. But he said not to worry, it was only the top part...........sigh. He had semi-arrythmatic heart flutter, supposed to be treatable with medicine. However, I'm worried, if he lost the weight, he'd be good for another twenty, thirty years. I've been lucky so far, but I don't want to lose my first close family member now. (My grandparents are mostly gone now, but I didn't really know them that well......)
I also fear ending up in a similar situation someday. That side of my family is huge, and I worry about genetics. So I run and I run and I run............