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As I exited my car en route to the door at work yesterday morning, I knew something had gone awry.  You see, the back door was open.  I didn’t have to struggle to make it through the door with my gallon of water in one hand, cooler in the other, and my keys dangling from my teeth. It’s not pretty, but that’s how I roll.

My immediate thought was, “Oh, isn’t this nice?  Someone saw me coming, and they left the door open.  Yea for me!”

But as I got closer to the entrance, my nose started to tingle.  Then my eyes started to water.  And as I actually walked through the doorway, my thoughts changed to, “Good, Lord, who did that?”

It was the worst smell I have EVER smelled.  And I live with two pre-pubescent boys. I know bad smells when I smell them.  I am accustomed, if not numbed, to them by this point in my life.

When do boys start caring about hygiene?  Because apparently it’s not 12 nor is it at 15.

Yet, this smell was worse.  And we could not find the source.  It permeated the air coming from every vent.  And eventually we gave up trying to find the source.

We even got used to it after a while. 

But from time to time someone would come in from the outside world and remind us, “What is wrong in here?”

Or we would decide it wasn’t so bad, until we went outside to breathe the clean air and the smell of walking back inside would all but knock us down.

But over and over, we got used to the pungency that was our work area.

And then the thought occurred, “Do I really need to get used to a smell this bad?  Can it possibly be good for me to breath in air that foul for that many hours?”

I mean it’s OK at home, I can send the boys to the other room.  Here, it was inescapable.

So we searched yet again.  And one of my coworkers found some chemicals had spilled.  And while they had been wiped up, no one had lifted the door mat.  And the chemicals had sealed the mat to the floor.  And we all took turns trying to pry that sucker up.  And when we did manage to get it up, we let out a collective, “OHHHHH!”

Where a once clean spot of floor had been was now a yellow, gelatinous, disgustingly smelly pile of…..well…..stinky gooey stuff.

But once we found it, we could fix it.

And isn’t losing weight this way?

It stinks to be overweight.  Yet we sit in it long enough, and we don’t notice it anymore. 

We don’t notice till we are reminded of the smell when we can’t sit in a booth.  Can’t cross our legs.  Can’t play with our kids.  Can’t walk up a flight of stairs without feeling like a triple bypass can’t be too far away.

Don’t let yourself forget that it stinks.  Because once you forget, you become content.  Content to stay where you just don’t need to be.  Where it can’t be good for you.

Once we found the root of the problem, we cleaned it up.  And we were able to enjoy the rest of our day.  In fact, the afternoon was more enjoyable because we just appreciated the good, clean, breathable air.

Remind yourself that it stinks to be overweight and do something to get to some good, clean, breathable air into those lungs.

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