Hi everyone,
Can't remember if I ever checked in with why I disappeared. My ex-husband died very suddenly Aug. 31. He and I had remained close, always celebrated holidays, traveled together and enjoyed our daughters together. He was a wonderful father - the best - and my children, although adults, have been devastated.
I had lost 14 pounds and was walking every day. After he died, my daughters stayed here for almost three weeks. I was a good mom and held it all together. But when they left to return to try to put their lives back together, I fell apart...I quit walking, stopped eating well, and gained five pounds very quickly.
We've survived Thanksgiving, their birthdays, his birthday, Dec. 12, and Christmas. I'm proud of all of us. And I'm back. I went back on Atkins last week, and I lost 4 pounds. Still not walking; it's really cold for the NC coast, and I still feel exhausted at the end of my day. Physically and mentally. But I'm eating well, and I'm going to stick with it. Continuing to be fat will not make him not dead! Does that sound obnoxious...maybe, but it's true. I have to do my best to keep going and keep trying. I need your prayers and support.
Cherish this day.



