Monday Morning #letsgetrealyall #reclaimingmylife

I celebrated a few things this weekend.  It was a quiet, personal celebration, but it was a celebration nonetheless.  "This is the year I reclaim my life."  Those are my words and a dear friend reminded me that I had uttered them aloud.  I need reminding when the going gets tough and I want to hide away inside because it's small steps, y'all.  Little, tiny baby steps from where I am to where I want to be.

For starters, I met a MAJOR goal on my road to better health.

I started this journey on February 1 . . .

258 days and 45 . 2 pounds later . . .

SATURDAY was the day I've been waiting for!  I reached the scale goal I had set for myself.
I'm pretty excited.

I feel better.  So much better.  I should share before and after pictures, and I might.  Just not today because I still have a hard time looking at the pictures from just a few months ago.  It's part of the "getting real."

Another thing I quietly celebrated was that I was able to let some things go.  The garbage truck ran this morning and they hauled off this pile:

It may not look like much to you, but to me it's HUGE.  I'm a "keeper" and I find sentimental value in the strangest things.  I don't easily throw away anything.   The MainMost and I started working on our garage this weekend.  We started . . . we aren't nearly finished; but you have to start somewhere.  Remember I said it was baby steps?  Teeny, tiny little half steps, but I'm taking them.

I have to physically touch every last thing to sort it out.  Every pile, every bag, every box, every basket.  And that "only touch it once" rule doesn't apply to me yet.  Because of the chaos that I've been, I need to touch and look and think about what I can do with each item.  I need to see what I've hidden away from myself.  I need to embrace the memories I'm finding of my family's mundane, ordinary, day-to-day life.  I have found sweet notes from my children, pictures I'd forgotten we took, journal entries from 12-year-olds who thought they'd figured out the meaning of life.  I even found an unused $25 gift card to Wal-Mart yesterday.  SCORE!

Because this girl is getting married in 2 1/2 months, I treasure this reminder.

It's been a weekend of celebration.  It's been a weekend of quiet reflection.  It's been a weekend of reminders that little steps will get me back to where I want to be.  I'm reclaiming my life this year.  I'm far from the woman I was 20 years ago and I liked her.  I'm inviting her back into the present as I take the steps.

There will be more #letsgetrealyall posts (I think so, I hope so) as I work on this #reclaimingmylife.   I may even post those "before" and "after" photos one day soon.  In the meantime, there is potential in the making.  Great potential.


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