Saturday, March 30, 2013
Okay, it's now been just over eight weeks since Jerry died. I've blogged here once, and have gotten back on track with noting my exercise activity.
I'm glad to be back on the exercise routine--that's good on so many levels. I love starting the day with that sense of accomplishment, and I'll never complain about the endorphins.
Last year I lost a little weight, maybe ten pounds. In the time since Jerry's cancer was diagnosed and since he died, I've gained back maybe five. I'd like to lose that.
I know that I've been eating emotionally and compulsively, and frankly, I'm being kind to myself in regard to it. Comfort comes in many ways, and I was seeking comfort. But--kind or not, it's time to move past that. First to eat in a way that maintains my weight, and then to slowly lose it again.
So, starting April 1, I'm back to logging what I've eaten. That certainly helped me last year.
One of the surprising pieces of this time has been an uplifting sense that in my 50's, I have this opportunity to consider what I WANT my life now to be. In many ways, it looks a lot like my life when married to Jerry. And I still want to be fit. On a related note, even though I'm now single and have no children, I want to do some great cooking and baking.
Having so much recent focus on our mortal bodies and how fragile they are, I want to do what I can to be strong and healthy, and thus increase my chances of weathering well what comes my way.
And my first step toward restored fitness--returning to logging.