Today, I began my walking routine again. A full 50 minutes, I was surprised. Even though I had gone more than a week, my body remembered all of its paces. Clothes that once fit snug have given way to a new fitting. My focus has come back. Even though I've had a modicum of success with this journey there is still far to go. By my best recollection, I am but halfway there. My pursuit of health and longevity still goads me to eat well, exercise much, and live life to its fullest.
One thing, I have become less afraid of the mirror. It was once the bane of my existence because it constantly reminded me of the stagnation that my life, in this one area, had become. I don't preen, by any length of the imagination, but at least I can look in it to comb my hair without looking down in self-imposed shame. More and more I am glad for this journey. The fact that my health has kept up is a testament to the God given resiliency that the body is afforded.
October 22nd looms large on my calendar. The date will be the first anniversary of my mother's passing. The week after was the starting point of my journey.
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