So that was it.
I was back at work and it fet like no time had passed. It was like I had just been off on holiday for a week.
I was feeling quite anxious before I went back, although I no need to be.
So work so far is all good.
Things were changing in my personal life too, or not things..me.
This sought of….fog…cleared…or I should say has recently cleared.
It’s like…that was then and this is now…I am back feeling like I was before I got ill. Not physically…but getting there…but mentally…yes.
I just feel…at peace with myself.
New meds seem to be suiting! hurrah! Something else also happened….
I love this outfit, I love my bridesmaid sash, I like my extensions, I had a super day and most importantly my best friend did.
But…that face…the smile is genuine…but for me I felt like I was staring back at 2015 moon face.
I faced the scales and that also echoed what I was feeling.
No more. Not again.
Fast forward 4 weeks and….
1 stone 2 1bs down and counting and I am so happy.
Sometimes the battle is with pain, sometimes with medication, sometimes mentally.
Sometimes the battle is with ourselves. How we feel, how we see ourselves.
I never ever want to see those numbers on scales again.
I don’t ever want to feel like that again that all I could see was steroids.
Here’s to health, happiness, not hiding and being yourself.
I feel like I have come alive, that the future is exciting and I don’t have to be that size any more.
That life is back to normal and so far 2019 you’re shaping up to be quite good!
Do what makes you happy, be kind to yourself and never give up.