If you know anything about music, then you know that D.C. Al Coda means basically playing from a spot in the middle to the Coda. Which is mostly at the end of the piece and other times, not. I've not posted in a long while, we've had some stuff here to deal with, which happens in everyone's life at some time. Dealing with my husband's depression, my aunt's breast cancer diagnosis and work stress has not left me much time to breathe, much less blog. So I'm sorry I left you, and I'm taking a mulligan.
I went to my weight watcher meeting and it is official: I'm back exactly where I started 2 years ago when I joined. I've lost 10 pounds about 3 times, but I am now officially, 180 lbs. Ugh.
I'm not going to make excuses. I made lousy choices. Maybe I thought I was making the best choice I could at the time, maybe I was just trying to drag myself through a difficult situation, it doesn't matter. The result is the same. It cannot be allowed to continue. I owe to myself, to my aunt (who has had her health stripped from her) to my friends and family, who would maybe like me to stick around for awhile. This is my Do Over.
My husband is back on the road, I am master of my fate again and I know that this is important. That taking time to be good to myself is not selfish, nor does it always have to involve ice cream.
So here I go, wish me luck.
Play it again, Sam.
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