Dear readers as you know we deal with a lot of mobility issues. I’m not going to get into the reasons of why this happens because basically all of us know that when weakness strikes we need to get some rest and that can go on for days and even weeks.
Which takes us to our next point, weight gain.
We struggle with our weight. If we gain those extra dreaded pounds it’s going to be tough to move around and this makes us go in circles for what seems a very long time.
I had gotten to a decent point after May last year, and my weight was down to 148, which for me was great. Then, after my last flare and hospital stay in December it went all the way up to 175.
Gee, was I frustrated.
My family told me,
“Don’t STRESS yourself, things will work out.”
“You’ll see in no time you are going to loose that extra weight.”
I thought to myself, “Yeap, those 28 extra pounds are going to just melt away as I do my high energy power exercises!!!!!”
If they wanted to make me feel better they did it, but the high only lasted a couple of minutes. Nobody was talking about how I was going to get there.
To make my loooooong story, very short. I began my depending on how I wake up in the morning weight loss program. I simply started to count my calories and since all of us know exercise is almost out of the question some days. The days I get up feeling strong I exercise around the house doing household chores and eat very carefully.
Yesterday I weighed myself after a week, and discovered that I had only shed 2.2 pounds. I was disappointed because I thought that I had lost more. Which lead me to a war with half of dozen cupcakes I had bought for “Ian” at the supermarket.
All of a sudden I craved sweets and totally forgot about the low-fat yogurt I was supposed to eat.
After an afternoon on an emotional merry go round ride I finally curled up in bed and read that shedding 2.2 pounds was more than good in a week.
Which made me feel good about myself, which took me back to the cupcake I had eaten earlier. The good news is that I had eaten only one out of six, the rest are still safe in my refrigerator. Ian will probably have some this afternoon when he gets back from school and the rest will be given away.
My archenemy strawberry frosted vanilla cupcake had won the first battle, but I won the following when I chose not to eat the rest of them.
So, my dear friends reaching that point where wellness surrounds us is tough, but we need to remember that our bodies our weak, but our will is strong. And that is precisely what keeps us moving forward.
Plan your life because it’s yours and only yours, and find meaning and purpose in each day reaching out to others. When we give it a try, it’s pretty amazing.
I invite you to come along on my quest for wellness not only of my body, but most importantly of my soul