It has been awhile since I wrote. It has been a super busy summer. I got a new Granddaughter on June 11th, my baby boy got married June 30th, I went to Washington for two weeks, and exercised like a mad woman. I found a new friend and he introduced me to a place that God must rest his soul on occasion. I am waithing for the next grandson to be born any mintue. This has been a perfect summer.
I decided to participate in the 100 day heart challenge for my orginal reasonI posted in the beginning. I have to confess that there is more. Sept 4 of 2009 something happened in my life that changed everything forever for me personally. Without boring you with the details, the short of it is that by February I was single again. I really wanted to crawl in a hole that would fit me of course and never come out again. I reached an all time low by March. I could not see the clouds, sun, moon, stars, or anything else in front of me. I was sure my time should be up. My dad always say things like buck up or get your ducks in a row. I wanted to be bucked of and I lost the ducks.
When I first say the challenge I thought, this is my chance to get back into life. I was chosen and felt like this would be a new start for me. For the next 100 days, I would change my shape. I am not super thick, but thick enough that I was happy about doing this. I have ran and biked and used that damn aliptical for 100's of miles. I lifted more weights than I ever thought possible. My Grandson noticed, he said I had big guns.
The real change for me happened from within. I wake up and go. I run with my grandchildren. I feel better now than I have ever felt in my entire life. I have a new beginning. I did this. I did not lose my goal of 15 lbs. I am totally okay with that. I feel I can conquer most things put in my path. I want to be the best I can be. Emotionally I am wonderful. I do face each day and say to my self, "Good Morning Kim, Welcome to paradise." It sounds corny but it is how I feel inside. I am a happy content person. That is something Idid not think I would be able to ever feel again. What a fabulous opportunity this has been for me on so many levels. I don't know my final numbers. I don't really care that much. I know I am better. You can not measure that by numbers.
I was sticking to something to I believed in. I know from working at the hospital how important it is to eat good and exercise. I did it and I am so proud of me.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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