Taking Back Me--a New Beginning

OK, it's been a rough 3 months since Mom passed, and I've been struggling with demons of time-robbing work, stress and frustration and grief, combined with a gradual weight re-gain that somewhat muffled my creative voice.  In the past three months I've started (yet not ever finished) about 6 poems, cried buckets of tears, and haven't accomplished a single goal I've set for myself this year--so I'm TAKING BACK ME.

Big shout-out to my longtime pal Pammers for reaching out and clueing me into a free app called MyFitnessPal.com.  I joined a few days ago, trying to refocus, redirect, and reclaim my ME again and get those physical, mental, and creative juices flowin again.  YAY!  So far, I've only lost 7 lbs, but they have a blog aspect in their application that I'm beginning to use.  The weight gain is not the only matter here, it's the principle of regaining control and not giving into negativity.  Three months is LONG ENOUGH. 

I know some parts of me will always grieve, and I've accepted that.  I'm just tryin' to move along, folks.  One foot in front of the other.  Getting unstuck and gettin' my Twizzz moving again. 

There's such a huge connection between body and mind, and just the past 3 days I'm feeling just slightly more myself again, and a few lines and thoughts trickle in my head and I feel wont to write them down.  YESSS :)

Big hug to Pammers, and I'm copying and pasting the link to my blog entry thing that I wrote today here from MyFitnessPal.com.  My theory is that my muse will begin singing to me once again, so I can let it flow, grow, and take flight :)  Mom wants that as much as I do.  I owe it to myself, my wonderful hubby, my family, and especially to HER to make it happen.

http://www.myfitnesspal.com/blog/HavaTwizzz?month=201107

Let me know whatcha think.  Oh, and, if you're on MyFitnessPal.com, feel free to add me as a friend.  I'm "HavaTwizzz" and would LOVE to get and give support and encouragement :)
Thanks!

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