2010 was anything but normal for me. 2009 ended with the passing of my dear, sweet nephew on Dec. 31. January started on the premise of new beginnings. I was 36 weeks pregnant, had been sedentary and gained more weight than I should have. I was lost.
After my son was born, I battled post-partum depression alone for months. No one, not even my husband ever knew how bad it was. My son cried for hours without end every day for nearly 4 months. I had no one to talk to because I was told, and I truly felt that I had no right to complain when I had a healthy baby boy, while my brother and sister-in-law lost theirs.
My healing came in the form
of exercise and proper nutrition. It wasn’t just healing, it saved me in every possible way. I felt good, I lost nearly 50 pounds and started to feel again. The dark cloud slowly lifted and before I knew it, I was running over 6 miles in a relay race (severely undertrained but whatev…I finished my leg of the race upright and without medical intervention).
Then I did the unthinkable…I signed up for swimming lessons! Say WHAT?! You heard me people. I swallowed my pride, ignored my cellulite and saggy derrier, poured myself into a swimsuit and at the age of 30 (now 31), I swim. Booya! I’m not half bad either! I can see the progress in the number of laps I swim each week and though I take breaks every 2 laps, my lungs don’t burn anymore and my legs are jello 5 minutes into my lesson.
And let’s not forget that this blog was born and has been my constant companion ever since. I don’t know why I didn’t start writing sooner. I love it!
In short, I learned to live life (again), love exercise (again) and be fit (again). I’m not there yet but I’m heading into 2011 with some serious intentions that reek of awesomeness. I hope you are too!