It’s been two months since I stopped the lifestyle program. Gone are the dietician appointments and the two a week personal training sessions. Gone is the gym membership to a lovely club and my daily dates with a treadmill. Come is a stress level so high I can’t even give it a number. We’ve moved to a new country, Lance has a new job, and we’re living in a new community, a new culture and a new life. Gone are my children and my grandchildren. That’s a little dramatic. They aren’t gone, they just aren’t close by. And it’s very sad.
So how to deal with all these changes? Almost every day I think today I should run, today I should work out, today I should write. And, then, everyday I don’t. The excuses are viable. It’s been raining non-stop since we got here. We’re not able to do much outside without getting soaked. So, no running. I’m tired and sore when I wake up from our rented bed, so no exercise gets done. We do get to talk to the grandkids if we get up early enough, and initially it was difficult, but Lance got us great internet and now it’s good..if we get the timing right. And, the chocolate here is really good. So, that’s something I console myself with and punish myself with too.
So while the ins and outs of new life is stressful, and I miss my family very much, God is still in control and it’s a matter of determination to do the right things. Those things that play in my head but don’t go into motion. Well, maybe next week.
In the meantime, I’ve not gained weight and the stress is settling. I intend to get back to the basics of the lifestyle change because I really don’t like the way by body feels. My blood sugar is messed up and my fatigue is returning. But I know I have control.
No one is going to the exercise for me, no one is going to put the proper food in my mouth, but me. And I can and I will. tomorrow.