I am not sure how we are already in March. It seems like Christmas was only a few weeks ago. February came and went so quickly that I think I lost track of time.
I am finishing up the first half of my grad school semester. Only summer, fall, then I graduate with my MBA at the end of this year. I am so ready to be done, then I can venture into other things. Photography is next… or is it?
I have been way off track in February. I haven’t gained any weight, thank goodness, but I haven’t lost any either. I haven’t been feeling that great, I had some traveling that had to be done, school, life, and all the other crappy excuses I can think of other than … I just blew it.
I have high hopes for this month. Tomorrow will be a hurdle because it is my dad’s birthday. He has been gone for almost 19 years and yes I still struggle with his birthday and the day he passed away 8/31/2001. I miss him terribly.
My dad was always frustrated with my weight. Needless to say that if my dad has been gone 19 years and he was frustrated with my weight, I have been battling my weight a very long time. My husband always tells me my dad would be proud of me. After all, I graduated from college, have a good marriage of almost 14 years, and soon I will be done with grad school. What he fails to realize is my dad would be so disappointed in my weight. He never struggled with his weight so he never understood. My dad was always trim, and never thought a thing about it. I have been on the struggle bus since I was 10 years old.
When you are a kid you shouldn’t have to worry about it, but I did, and still do. Today I am more worried about my health than a number on the scale. Back then it was all about being able to fit into the latest and greatest fashion trends, now it is just about getting through the day and recovering.
I know there are a lot of people just like me on the struggle bus. Every day is a battle … seriously a battle. Each day we take it one day at a time, some days it is one minute at a time. One minute at a time…