Personal Narrative: Heart Disease

Four years ago, I decided it was time to change my life. I no longer wanted to live in fear of what tomorrow might bring. The thought of waking up in the middle of the night, clutching my chest, gasping for air, was terrifying enough to keep me from falling asleep in the first place. Heart disease has a strong history within my family, and at the rate I was headed down obesity lane, I was giving it an open invitation. My mother knew this weighed heavily on my mind, as she had a massive heart attack at the young age of 42, so she took me shopping one Friday in September. She purchased my first active wear outfit, as well as, a pair of white and pink Nike tennis shoes. Little did she know that she was creating an exercise monster. Not only did