One a Day

Well, I've decided to do at least one thing each day to improve my life. I took a good look at myself this past week while my entire family was here during our dad's heart surgery...and I didn't like what I saw. I'd given in to the fybromyalgia I suffer with so badly and let it get the best of me. I let myself go, my house go, everything in my life has been on a downward slide. No more. It's time to take it up to where it belongs.

So each day I am choosing one or two things to concentrate on to reach my goals. Today I got myself a tool set...sound trivial, right? But for me, it's huge! I haven't had a tool set in ages, not since my kids were little and totally took the entire set apart and lost the pieces. So when I need to do a little home repair, I never have the tools I need! Now I do.

I'm also taking myself on a little shape-up journey. Now this is a journey I've started many times before. I go a little way and I stop. I'd get tired or I'd get discouraged and give up. Well...no more. I'll never give up. I remember how it felt to be in shape, to be proud of the way I looked. I don't like hiding behind people in photographs or feeling ashamed that my family is going to see that I haven't changed since last time they saw me...or changed for the worse. I want to feel good and I want to look good. And I am getting there, even as I speak!

So today I have my sneakers and a great track waiting for me after work. Four times around is a mile. I can do that. I can do five times around. And someday, I'll be running it again like I used to. Or at least a really fast walk. Because I have places to go still. I thought the ballgame was over after my mom died. Felt like just giving up on everything. But that wouldn't make her happy. I might be in the 9th inning, but this is one ballgame that I'm going to win.