Wednesday, January 08, 2014
So, all of 2012 I worked out, ate right and lost weight. 2013 was a bad year.
We lost my MIL to cancer in January last year. In February, after such good and optimistic prognoses from multiple teams of doctors that we were barely worried, we lost my 34 year old step son to NH Lymphoma. And that started a year of trying to eat my family's pain, I guess. It didn't work. Things are better, but that's just time. As we come up on the year anniversary of both deaths, my DH is struggling more...but we will deal with those days, and honor those we miss in some way other than eating.
To be fair, I wasn't eating alone...but it was a lot of pain. And I think we've all about had enough of it, so we are all trying to eat better this year and pray we are all going to be healthy this year. So here's to a new year of lessening pain, healing and living healthier lives. Because we were left behind to live. Not to eat pain. Emotional pain is really fattening as a food choice.