Saturday, June 09, 2012
Five years ago my children and I were in my 1998 Toyota Camry waiting to go to a mall to eat lunch before we were going to see Shrek the 3rd. While waiting to turn into the parking lot, we were slammed from behind by a 2000 Jeep Cherokee which caused back, neck and wrist injuries to me-thank God my kids were relatively unharmed but traumatized nonetheless.(I still think my son's type 1 diabetes was initiated by the shock but that is another story!) My car-my first car that I owned after getting over the fear of learning how to drive was totaled, and months of physical and occupational therapy drained my spirit. I was alive and my kids were alive-thank you Lord-but everything hurt, and the carpal tunnel that I had had before the accident but had gotten better--was beyond worse and I had to get surgery on my left hand to try to help it(it didn't, but that is another story as well!)
And...I got fat. And fatter. And more upset with what I had become and longing to return to where I was in the gym(still heavy, but at least felt better and was shaped better). But thinking of my mother who had passed in 2002 from complications of diabetes, disgusted with the way I felt and looked, and 'supportive remarks' from family shook me out of my self imposed cocoon of fear and planted my feet on the road to reclaiming my life.
I thank God for His help in keeping my spirits up to keep pushing when the road was long. I can do nothing with Him-and even now, doing insane workouts and sticking to my healthy lifestyle is because at the end of the day is the strength that He gives me. He saved my life and I am still being saved to this day!