Today I went to the fitness club and I loved it. I feel so alive and ready for the world. I didn't like my numbers in the beginning. I have a BMI (body mass index) of 35% . This is not good for me. In order to get the BMI I had to get on the scale. I hate the scale. It has never been a friend of mine. I have battled with this machine for the last 15 or so years. I mustered up the courage and step on the monster. I'm not afraid to say I was 151 pounds. This is the biggest I've been in 5 years. This weight triggered so much pain and heartbreak. I stepped off the scale shook it off. Wiped away any tears and went on with the rest of my evaluation. This is a huge deal for me. Of course I broke down in the car on the way home and came to the realization that I'm not all that bad. I'm portioned just right and shouldn't worry about it. With me working out, that weight will fall off and I will do it the healthy way.
This guy. What can I do I say about this wonderful man. I start by saying...Happy birthday, son. I can't express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be your mother. What a honor it is for me to raise such a fine human being. Thank you. I marvel at all you do and everything you have accomplished in the 22 years you've been.on this planet. School. Work. Friends. Family. You would take your own shirt off your back to help your fellow brother. I admire you for that. Your work ethic puts others to shame. Showing everyone that Autism isn't going to stand in your way. I stand all amazed by you. My hero. My love. My Son. Have the happiest of birthday my sweet boy. Forever and beyond ❤
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