Back at Square One...

Today is a good enough day.

It's time to stop wallowing in the pit of self pity that I have been in for the past month and get back into it. I have been making excuses since I hurt my ankle about why I couldn't exercise. "I just don't have time!" "I don't want to make things worse." "I don't mind being fat, really!"

Well today when I was over at my friend Anna's house she got a call from her friend Nat. I've hung out with Nat at Anna's house before and she is a nice lady, just really intense in a "in your face" kind of way. Anyhow, a few weeks ago Nat found a lump in her breast, she has had two mammograms, an ultrasound and now a biopsy of said lump. When she called today it wasn't good. It's the big C, and apparently very aggressive. She's waiting for a call from the Cancer Clinic to find out when the surgery to remove her breast will be. Nat is 31 years old and has two kids, 3 1/2 and 2 and no family history of cancer. She is a little ball of stress, a little overweight, but otherwise healthy.

This could be me.

So when I came home today and made the kids lunch, I thought to myself that it's about time I get back to it. Where would my family be without me? It's up to me to make myself happy and make myself healthy so that I can be there for my family. When I put Harris down for a nap this afternoon, instead of doing a craft or reading or folding laundry, I strapped on my shoes and went for a run (pre-approved by my physiotherapist of course) and then lifted weights. My body didn't like it too much, but my mind did. My mind needed the workout.

So today is a good enough day. A good enough day to start over, again.