A pretty light day today.
I had an appointment at the weight loss clinic in our medical practise today, and found out that I have lost 6 pounds of fat and gained a pound and a half of muscle in the last eight weeks.
Considering I feel like I plateaued, that is still some significant improvement.
After the appointment, I came home in time to say goodbye to Lynn’s mom. She headed home today after just under two weeks out here.
It was nice having her out for a few days, even though I know her allergies were bothering her by the time she left.
After she headed home, I did some cleaning up around the house, started some laundry and did two and a half miles on the treadmill.
A bit of NHL 18 and TV with Lynn tonight rounded out my day.
I’m feeling content. As slowly as the progress is going, it’s still going, and I am not the same person I was six months ago when I began this journey.
I’m growing personally and professionally. I’m figuring out that despite being hampered by my mental health, I still have something worthy to give.
Finding that worth in myself has been a game changer for me. It’s something that I thought I would never find again. I’m glad I was wrong.
I’m a firm believer that it is in all of us. It may be buried, sealed deep down through years of neglect and abuse, but it is still there waiting to be ignited.
I found a passion for myself, a passion that gives me hope for the future.