Perhaps it’s the time of year that makes me begin to reflect and analyse things, I’m not sure, but today finds me feeling in an extremely reflective mood.
I am just over a year on from when my life as I’d known it for the last 13 years ended. I wish I was able to write that I had had an amazing transformation, like one of those oh-so-inspiring Phoenix from the Ashes stories you all-too-often hear; the small, sad reality, however, is that I am almost exactly the same today as I was a year ago. That makes me sad, initially. I’ve had a year to sort myself out, to get back on my feet and to be the person I know I can be.
Then I stop. I realise I’m not the person I was then; visually maybe, and that is disappointing for me on a personal level (I’m under no illusion that I’m the only person that actually care about this!). I realised that I have actually grown in ways I didn’t think possible.
- I have managed almost solo (I say almost because I have had some support off my amazing family and friends) when I thought I wouldn’t be able to cope with both children on my own.
- I have moved house and sorted all that entails by myself
- I have battled my depression and I think I’m now winning
- I didn’t give up
- To continue to be a reflective learner
- To end the year either at my goal weight or very close to it
- To start something (not a fight!) and see it through to the end