Well done Lisa. You did it.
What seems like the biggest feat, wasn't really all that hard to beat. you got out of bed , wearing a smile, even though you could've easily stayed there for a while. You woke the kids up, got them fed and dressed, sat down with a coffee, and took your time taking your meds. Then you dressed yourself and brushed your teeth before heading out the door, feeling excited because this daily routine is no longer a chore. You took the kids to nursery and school, then catched up with the school mums, which made you feel kinda cool.
Next up was your biggest step yet, the gym beckons, and you're unsure of what results you'll get. Anxiety starts to build up, making you breath heavily, as you realise that the gym is now only mere steps away. But in you went to better yourself with so many mixed emotions, you tried your best with your damaged leg while going through the motions. Soon fear and nervousness turn to joy, as you begin to relax and stop feeling so coy.
You see- your mum raised you as a fighter, and your painful struggle never ends, so you set yourself these challenges on which your wellbeing depends. If you could bottle up that glowing feeling that you get from exercise, you would be content and constantly smiling, no more mood swings would arise. You took this giant leap forward and you will never regret it, yes it hurts you and it's difficult, but now all your old jeans fit!
So congratulations Lisa, for re-joining the gym, you have battled so many demons, but soon you can say "up yours- I'm thin! ". This is only the beginning of a happier and healthier you, because your mum has taught you to stay strong so you can see this through.
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