While I was sick, I had a lot of time to think. I thought about power and the lack of it in my life. I thought about the silence that holds me prisoner with no voice. I thought about the emptiness that has become my life. I thought about how unhealthy I’ve become in an attempt to hide myself.
And a tiny little plan began to percolate in the back of my mind.
So this week, I’ve begun to take control of my life again. Slow, steady steps. I’ve made it to the gym 4 days this week to ride the bike. Nothing fancy but steady. I’ve also started to watch what I’m eating.
But this is about more than weight or food. This is about having control of my own life. After all these years, I am reclaiming my life.