I’ve been super quiet. Because I’m angry. Angry that I’ve gained and lost the same 30 pounds over and over again. I feel like a failure. I’m not. But I still get frustrated and don’t write about because I hate being negative.
Talking with you guys requires I focus on a part of my life that makes me nuts. I think I need to write about it for my own good health–but I rebel.
Life has a way of blasting a body from every side at times–much like a category five tornado–bring life damaging destruction. I’ve barely been able to breathe at times over the past year. I have struggled to gain control of my body and any area of my life I can control. I’ve worked hard to put at a distance those things I cannot, or at least minimize there affect/effects on my mental energy.
Life is still good. I’ve started biking more. That makes me happy. I’m still paddling (stand up paddle boarding)–love that. Playing with the grand kiddos is life affirming. Building memories and sand castles. I still have the amazing Mikey in my life. I will overcome. 😃😃
Play hard and enjoy family time.
Right now I need to get well.