Last night I met up with the girls I did the Livestrong survivor fitness program with at the YMCA when I was undergoing chemo. We meet every couple of months now for drinks, food and a fun time laughing and commiserating over our cancer experiences. We have a lot of camaraderie! It’s our group therapy time, and what’s better than cocktails and some girl talk. Each of us experienced a different cancer and different set of circumstances, but we all can relate to the challenges we faced. We’ll have to take pics next time.
I was happy to hear from the other women that, like me, none of them had suddenly turned into a totally zen, super health-obsessed, fitness guru. Not YET anyway (I’m still hoping I’ll get there). We were still enjoying a hard drink and greasy food. It made me feel better as all this time I’d been beating myself up for falling short of not having already become a huge superstar of health, wellbeing and enlightenment. Why haven’t I fully accomplished this yet? Why hasn’t it happened sooner and faster? What the hell is wrong with me? I mean, when you survive what we have, you really have no choice but to stand at the crossroads and re-evaluate your life. I know I’ve been given this second chance, but I’m still majorly stumbling back into old, incredibly unhealthy habits.
Why haven’t I already dropped to 115 pounds and live solely on organic lettuce and microgreens grown by my own two hands in my backyard, drink only purified water and meditate five times a day? Well, I don’t know about getting to 115 lbs, my goal weight isn’t even that small, but I know I need to make serious changes.
The wild thing is that although I certainly haven’t drastically changed everything in one fell-swoop, my life is changing, incredibly! It’s true, Rome wasn’t built in a day, and my transformation won’t happen that way either, and that’s okay. It’s OK! It is happening!!!
Everything in its own time, right? And always a work in progress!
Shoulda, woulda, coulda no more!!! – Deb, get the hell out of here and move to Belize already! Just keep a room ready for me to come visit!!! Geez, maybe I should think about moving to Belize. Will ponder. 