Here I am. Still here. 188 pounds - not where I want to be. Running, not running... not much consistency and not much by way of motivation.
I'm trying to figure out what my plan is.
This has been a weird time for me. My oldest is calling less which is good.She is independent and much more confident. I'm SO thrilled for her; she has really put in the work with therapy, self care, and a positive vision for her future. She is thriving.
The younger one is typical teen. She's working hard in school... sometimes. She is running track and pushing herself to be her best.... sometimes. She is driven, has an idea of what she wants to do; and where she wants to go to school... sometimes.
She failed her driving test this weekend - a hard blow to someone used to A's. Lots of tears. And failure is good sometimes. It build resiliency. It helps teens grow - to manage their feelings, know it's temporary, know they can overcome. And for MOM, it's SO HARD. You hate seeing the hurt; you want to fix it.
The DH is slowly coming out of the fog of depression... He had a little bit of a wake up call with his doctor that has compelled him to reassess his drinking and his diet. He's dropped 15 pounds in the last two weeks; though has a lot more to go so I hope he will stick with it. I am helping as I can; though I am done trying to FIX him.
I have so much to fix in me.