There was this moment earlier this week where I looked in the bathroom mirror and I didn’t recognise myself. I continued to look in the mirror while washing my hands, leaned in a little closer and looked at the wrinkles appearing, the dark marks (pigmentation/age spots) on my checks and I realised that I am not the 27 year old that I remember myself being.
I took a step back, noticed the weight gain, the soft, flabby stomach, the wiggly arms, the slowly developing double chin and then, instead of focusing on that, I noticed that I have more smile lines than frown lines. That its easier to smile lately than it is to cry, and that’s a good thing.
Yes, I have a flabby stomach and my arms jiggle when I wave at someone but deep down, my soul is happy.
I am working on losing the weight, on improving my choices, being healthier, being fitter and being motivated to keep trying to be the best me that I can be.
So while I continue to become the best me that there can be, I will be working on the blog (AGAIN), working on learning new skills (currently I am learning sign language and how to crochet) and trying with great difficulty, to be the best mum that I can be to a pre-teen and a great wife to my husband.
It’s a lot of trial and error and I am sure there will be days where I give up and I just can’t deal anymore but I need to keep going, keep finding my happy and keep being me.