My birthday
Today is my 58th birthday. It is my 2nd birthday since surgery. I went back and re-read my post from last year, and how happy I was. I still feel like I've been given a second chance at life, and am thrilled. The pink cloud of last year is gone though, and reality has set in. But, today's reality is head and heels above my pre-surgery reality. Today's reality is that I am healthier than I've been in many years, and my mobility (other than the knee I have to replace) is so much better. I am so much happier and able to live life, not just exist. My reality now is also that, no matter what curve balls life throws at me, eating is not going to solve the problem - it will just make it so much worse! A stark example was during my dad's recent death. My mom died years ago, and engrained in my memory is the day we found out her cancer was terminal. My mind immediately started scanning the contents of the refrigerator, and I ate my way through the rest of her life. When it was clear that my dad was not going to make it, the option of eating to soothe myself was never even considered. I was with him at the end, and fully present. I know this example is not a happy NSV, but life still happens - good, bad, and in-between. Today, as I turn another year older, I know that if I keep doing what I've been doing for the past almost 18 months, my reality, when I turn 59, will still be as it is now. I couldn't ask for a better birthday present!