The adventure of my life these past four years is kind of unbelievable. And even though I lived every single moment of it… It still doesn’t seem entirely real to me.
It’s been four years, July 2, since I woke up knowing I had to change my life. Literally and figuratively. I woke up with a feeling of fierce and yet total determination. I didn’t have any idea HOW to get it done; I just knew I had to get it done…
What did I have to ‘get done’?
Most of you know my story… I was 392 pounds at my heaviest. Type 2 diabetic, insulin-dependent, morbidly obese. I woke up on July 2 and decided that I no longer wanted to be ‘the walking dead’. Just getting by in life was no longer acceptable. I wanted to LIVE my life. I didn’t want to take shots. I didn’t want to be T2 diabetic. I didn’t want to be morbidly obese.
LUCKY for me; these were medical issues that I had a chance at possibly changing. A long-shot with terrible odds; but a shot none-the-less.
For some reason, life was handing me the gift of an open door AND the clarity to see it. I understood on some level that I was being one last chance to build a different life than the one I had been living.
I walked through the open door. And I am not going back.
Without a doubt, it has been the wildest, messiest, craziest adventure of my life. Very little has gone exactly as planned. Yet; I’ve wound up exactly where I am supposed to be.
I started to reflect on how to distill all 1,460 days of this incredible journey down into a worthwhile thought or two…
What have I learned?
What would I want someone to know was important to me?
What matters to me now that I’m in the daily process of practicing and cementing all of these lifestyle changes?
After some serious miles of running and thinking/contemplating/reflecting these past few weeks there is one thought that keeps running (pun totally intended!) through my brain pretty much non-stop…
‘Be stubborn about your goals, but flexible about your methods.’ — Anon
Even with solid, life-goals right out in front of me to stay focused on, I’m also learning to embrace that the paths leading to those life-goals are very, very much like the twisty, unpredictable and beloved trails that I am learning to love to run…
(I LOVE the symbolism. 🙂 Not gonna lie.)
I love that the trails I run can serve as a constant reminder for me to stay focused forward, looking ahead. And yet they also serve to remind me to appreciate the texture and detours and bumps in the road of the journey.
July 4th is the celebration of our Country’s birthday and Independence.
And I see July 2nd as MY very own personal independence day.
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Love, LOVE, the new picture of joyful Betsy in a field of flowers.
Thank you Susan! A friend took that picture – and one of my most favorite mountains is right behind me. Lot of happy stuff going on in that picture for me. 🙂
You rock, lady. High five!
THANK YOU! High Five right back at you!!!