Hey, peeps. I've been very quiet while I battle my many issues, and have admired your sticking with your fitness (especially yours, Jen
@Sans Souci, you totally rock).
Whether from menopause or depression, I reached a new personal high for weight the past couple weeks. This weekend, I got back on track (I hope) with a couple of FIRM workouts. The old school ones that promise visible results in 10 workouts.
As usual with me, it was a photo that triggered me. Last Tuesday I attended this year's NYPD Medal Day ceremony, where they "awarded" my brother and 33 other cops who died from 9/11-related cancer with a Distinguished Service medal. My 85yo dad, who is in great health, had to go up and receive the medal on his son's behalf. I walked up with him because he didn't want to do it alone. I wore a nice navy blue (NYPD colored!) dress that I'd bought the week before because I couldn't fit into any of the dresses in my closet on account of my weight gain. I really do like the dress, but when I saw my own pics on facebook, I thought, this has gotta stop. I have to get back to ME. The me who got up at 6:30 am and worked out 4 days a week, instead of the me who stays in bed til 7:15, or worse, 7:30, when there's barely enough time to eat breakfast before getting to work on time.
My brother is gone, nothing's going to bring him back, and although he left me a crap-ton of work (please, my friends, if you don't have a will, make one now!!!) I will take back my own life.
Thank you for listening. And for keeping up your workouts and inspiring me to get back to my own.
Root for me to keep it up.