Three Heathy Habits

Blog Challenge Day Fourteen: Three Healthy Habits

I got fit.

To be completely honest, I was just like a bazillion other folks deciding to declare war against my fatness at the beginning of the year. A friend and I made our resolutions and big plans and found a gym. We hit that gym hard ... With gusto and devotion. We kept each other going and changed up workouts and diets and music and motivating factors. We sought out a fantastic trainer. We stayed the course. Then something happened. Right about the time we typically should have lost interest and resumed our skeevy lazy habits, I noticed that I was changing. And that small something became EVERYTHING. It's no secret that I have struggled all of my adult life with alcohol addiction. When that is your life NOTHING ever changes. Each day is a tragic carbon copy of the last. It is an endless non stop cycle of destruction and madness. So those couple of inches and few little endorphins were the first evidence that I really could make a change in my life. It was the first change I'd seen in the better part of a decade. It was like I had thrown off chains. That half hearted New Years resolution managed, magically, to set in motion a chain of events that changed the course of my life, turned me upside down and set me on a path I never could have imagined. I'm forty pounds lighter and a very different person than the one that started that journey.

So I got honest.

Those little changes gave me back a confidence I had lost some nine years earlier. So I decided to make bigger changes. I have always worked hard to be an authentic person. Tried, anyway. I am at my best when I am being and feeling exactly what I need to be in any given moment. I'm a better me for the folks in my life when I am in that space. But that is not entirely possible when living a lifestyle that is consumed by being completely toxic and polluted. So I got clean. I called out my angels and called myself on the carpet and tore down all my secret hiding places ... I came clean. That is a heathy habit I work at every day. It's the hardest work with the greatest rewards and most terrifying consequences I've ever taken on. And it will never end. This is for life. All in or back out.

Then I got busy.

I've been living in a self made, self imposed coffin for a long long time. I hate that I missed so much of my life. Regret is the heaviest thing I've ever known. So, with a new body and new outlook and renewed clarity and purpose I filled my calendar and got busy. Busy with ALL kinds of awesome stuff and even more awesome people. My weeks are packed with activity and laughter, chaos and exhaustion, food and fabulousness, bold, colorful events and sweet, sentimental moments. Man, I'm livin. And it feels amazing to even breathe on this planet. Only thing better than that? I'm ready for even bigger and MORE awesome things. This girl is just beginning to flex her wings.

I'm open to any other curve balls the universe sees fit to throw my way. Seems that I weather positive changes and shake ups pretty well. And when I'm fit (inside and out), honest and busy livin the storms I have to walk through don't seem quite so tumultuous after all. Or at least they dont seem to last as long.