Six months ago I turned 29. Six more months until I hit the big 3-0. The dirty thirty. I had a bit of a crisis on my last birthday, realizing that I may already be past my expiration date. Divorced (all but the ink was dry on the dissolution decree), single mom, 30 pounds over weight, recovering from my 4th knee surgery, degenerative joint disease. These are supposed to be the best years of my life? Fer crying out loud!
I made a goal. To be in the best shape of my life by May 24, 2009. So how's it coming along? Yeah.... how is that coming along? *snickers* This sticker sums it up.
I've lost weight, I've gained it back. I've been so good for a few months, keeping track of every morsel that crosses my lips. Working out. Then slaaaaaaaaaacking. Oh yeah, I love to be lazy. Sit in my corner reading chair and zone out for days at a time. If I could only eradicate my sweet tooth, I could make some progress. Sweet tooth, and my lazy bones. But if I did that, I'd be low on calcium, right?
A favorite quote of mine by A.Lee Martinez from his novel A Nameless Witch.
"It's easy to defeat life-or-death ordeals. Such tribulations demand success. It's the small tests that require something more from us. When we can turn and walk away is when we find what we're made of."
When I read that, I had to immediately read and re-read it again. What an amazing truth. So I will keep this in mind, and in six months I'll give you the update. Keep your fings crossed for me, so that I will find what I'm made of with the small steps.
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