That sounds so trite, but I’ll explain. I worked so hard in 2019 and went from 235 down to 169. I felt great, still overweight for my 5’5” frame but it suited me because I’m curvy. Like many people, I gained over the Covid pandemic, but I stayed active because all we could do as a family was stay home or get outside. Throughout the end of 2020 and the entire year of 2021, we had a lot of struggles with my daughter’s mental health and alcoholism. Little did I know she was also using drugs. I didn’t learn this until we were called to the hospital to identify her in December of 2021 she was 23. I spent 2022 navigating life after child loss and helping my other two kids, now 20 and 10, and my husband through life without her.
I woke up this morning, Jan 2, at 233 pounds. The number on the calendar really shouldn’t matter, but when you had someone in one year, the year changing is very significant. I had her in 2021. I mourned and shut down in 2022. I need to live in 2023 and get out and do things with my family, although my family looks different. A year of lethargy has left me stiff and heavy. Hiking, walking, and bike riding are harder for me.
These forums helped me tremendously in 2018 and 2019. My body feels better without the weight and the sugar inflammation. So I’m back, very broken, but determined to live again. I will be 48 this month, and I’m in for the long haul. I want to go into 50 feeling comfortable in my skin. No weight goals. Just to feel comfortable and able to move again.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’ll be lurking around the forums. Here’s a picture of my family when we still had my oldest. Back in 2020 when my middle daughter had the weird virtual graduation. We lost the tiny one in glasses. Her little sister passed her in height years ago
