Yesterday was 2 months exactly since my surgery. How did I celebrate? By heading to the gym with Emeline and doing 2.5 miles on the treadmill! She's my new workout buddy and I'm loving our time together- a big thank you to my awesome husband for allowing us to do so much together, which has built such a great relationship between my oldest daughter & I.
I'm not quite up to running the entire 2.5 miles, but I ran more yesterday than when we went to the gym on Tuesday and did 2 miles, so that's progress. I'm feeling stronger every day!
This morning I stepped on the scale and saw the lowest number I've seen since going up on the scale during chemo. I'm over halfway to my first mini-goal weight. Ironically, my first mini-goal used to be my "fat" weight. But perspective has taught me that I needed to gain weight to become healthier. Boy does that sound counterintuitive, but it was the only way to ensure that the big C didn't possibly take away my future (and all that great time I'm having with Emeline at the gym!). I plan to spend a lot more time in the gym in the coming months.
Life is good, my friends. I'm so thankful that I'm physically able to get back to the gym and extra thankful that the scale is showing my work. I really need to treat this body right, after I put it through so much hell!
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