Gone but not forgotten...

So life went to hell, and I wasn't even given the luxury of a handbasket to put it in.

At the beginning of August, I fell and injured my foot, found out I would be losing my job, and lost my boyfriend in a motorcycle accident. I was unemployed for months and kept re-injuring my foot every time I went out to try to find a job. Fortunately, my old company realized that they needed me and hired me back, with higher pay. I've taken it easy on my foot, and it has finally healed.

I did gain 20 lbs back in those months, but considering how much worse it could have been under the circumstances I'm not being hard on myself. I still tried to eat healthy during this time and went swimming to try to exercise.

I've changed my thinking about my body as well. Instead of it being the enemy, I see more as something that is recovering from being abused. So, I have to be understand while it gets better, as well as forgiving myself for treating it so badly.

I will be walking/running again starting tomorrow, in preparation for my company's trade show coming up in February. A week of 10+ hour days is going to kill me otherwise. I will also be keeping track of my food and try to stay away from processed items.

I will be posting my mini goals in the near future.