When I was in college, I worked at a gas station selling cigarettes for 80¢ a pack. When the price jumped to 90¢, customers swore they’d quit smoking when it hit a dollar. Yet, when that day came, almost none of them actually did. Their “hard line” wasn’t as hard as they thought.
That memory lingers because I see the same pattern in myself. I keep thinking I have a breaking point—a moment when I’ll finally say, enough is enough! But that moment keeps moving.
Surely, I told myself, I’d change when I hit 300 pounds.
No? Okay, then 400 pounds?
When I needed a cane? A walker? When I struggled to fit in public spaces?
When I had to cancel trips I longed to take?
When I was diagnosed with atrial fibrillation? Sleep apnea?
Yet here I am. Still waiting for that real turning point.
I know what I should do. I tell myself all the right things. But knowledge isn’t action. And action is the only thing that brings change.
So I turn to you.
What was your breaking point? When did you finally say, this time, it’s different—and actually make a real, sustainable change?
I’d love to hear your story. Because maybe, just maybe, your turning point will help me find mine.
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