It’s funny (and by funny, I mean sort of sad) how much can change in just a week’s time.
This time last week I was in Illinois having the time of my life, in what felt like our own little paradise made for 2, filled with a world of endless possibilities. It had been a long time since I had felt that content.
Jump ahead to a week later; that little paradise made just for the 2 of us feels like it was a lifetime ago, maybe even just a dream. Everything seems to have changed.
How did it go from that to this so quickly? It felt so right, so meant to be.
Was it just wishful thinking? Was it just my hopeless romantic ideals?
It seemed like all of the stars had aligned to bring us together, like it was destined to be.
Did the Universe get it wrong? Did I misread it?
What was this for? What was the purpose of bringing us together just to keep us apart? What, why?
Had my heart not suffered enough? Had it not been shattered enough?
When do I get my turn? When do I get everlasting love? How many times must my heart break before it can trust in love and love freely?
The difference a week makes…
I will be 39 in September and I’m not getting any younger. I NEED to make a change and that change starts right now!
While my body is just a vessel, it is the only one I have. To this point I’ve not been very good at taking care of it.
When I finish writing this I am going healthy food shopping. From this point on processed foods will be limited. I will start cooking meals rather than the microwave being my go to for all of my meals. I enjoy cooking and I much prefer healthy food to boxed and frozen meals. I just need to push thru the exhaustion after work and do it, I know I will be happier and feel better for it.
I’ve gained far too much weight over the last year or two. It’s time to take it back off. I’ve come up with a weekly cardio/strength routine that I am no longer making optional. This is just going to be part of my daily routine. Going to work isn’t optional and neither is taking care of myself. I haven’t had any real definition in my body since I was in my early to mid 20s. I’m not looking to be chiseled, just to have some muscle definition.
This is a commitment I am making to myself. I know I’ve made similar commitments to myself in the past and have not been successful, but I’m also not willing to give up on myself. I will continue to make this commitment to myself as many times as it takes until it sticks.
Here’s to a healthier me!