Reading back over my posts so far on this blog has reminded me of how much pain I've been through. And how slow my progress is towards happiness. And yet, it IS progress. Because I'm now seeing a counselor/psychologist about once a week who has helped a lot. And now I'm seriously trying to watch what I eat and exercise daily. I have yet to miss a day of exercise (save Sundays only) and it has been over half a month. That is nothing short of miraculous for me. Though, I have a good coach and cheer leader in my sister. Her children are also good cheer leaders, even if sometimes the older child's innocent comments can be unintentionally hurtful. He is just a small boy who says what he thinks and sees. There is no tact filter in his mind yet. And I know he loves me.
So who knows, by this time next year, I could be much skinnier and healthier and maybe even much happier. As scary as life is and can and will be...this is something to look forward to :)
