How many times do I have to start over before I get it?
I was doing so well. Really well. My DH was on board, walking every day and even running on some. I was doing my thing, usually swimming and the recumbent bike or walking. But we were doing it. Watching our diet and working out and actually seeing results.
And then Labor Day hit.
When I say "hit", I sort of mean it literally. My MIL ended up in the hospital. 2 days later my phone rang at 7am with a tearful "I'm in jail..." from my kid. EVERYTHING in my life switched gears...from me and my health, to the people in my life and their issues.
I know, I know. I should be able to do both. I shouldn't let outside things steal my focus. If I don't take care of me, I can't take care of anyone else. I know. And? Easier said than done.
In one weekend I became nursemaid, caregiver, parole officer, worry wart and, oh year, STRESS EATER.
Now, I have been all that before, but this time was just harder for whatever reason. I think cuz I was so focused on my own stuff that I never saw it coming, not that I could have, but sort of like when you're looking over here...and you get blindsided from over there.
OK, so. It has been almost a year. My MIL has lung cancer and is living in AL with my BIL. Not an ideal situation, but it's what she wants. My kid has really taken this legal issue to heart and has done a 180 in regards to what she does with her free time. Um, which has curbed her party girl ways, but brought about another issue...which will be here around Christmas.
I do not want to be the fat Grama, so I have 6 months to get myself together and do this for real. Time to start chanting my own hype:
Here we go...again.