January 7, 2015
No longer feeling suppressed by doctors, family and my own body, I truly felt emotions ranging from doubt to exhilaration when I decided to step foot back into the gym yesterday.
After spending two years diligently going to the gym and all the hard work I put into losing a lot of weight, I have not felt like the same woman I had been over the past two years- physically or mentally. Since my days there came to a screeching halt last May, everything was put on hold. I have not felt the same. Have not felt good about myself. Or much liking the way my road in life was beginning to turn towards: giving in to the ills of an aging body.
As out of shape as I have become of late, I danced yesterday for an hour in the Zumba class, probably looking like a wounded Wildebeest, but you know what? I didn’t care! This was the LAST place I pictured myself for 2015. I assumed I would never step foot in there again.
I was in my own kind of zone while there, and in my mind, I was in a much happier place. It brought back memories of happier times. A time for me. Lori.
I have a long way to go in getting back into shape and ridding myself of this unwanted baggage (thanks to steroids and hunger like you can not believe.) But I know I can do it again, I have done it before, even though this time I have a lot more pains to muddle on through than before, but I am wiser now to what I can do and what I can not do.
There’s nothing sweeter than the taste of having empowerment over your own life.