have you ever been horseback riding? I went once as a kid. At a horse ranch. I think it took 2 people to hoist me up there on top of that H.U.G,E beast. In truth…it was probably a tired old horse, overeating itself on apples at the farm. But I might have been 13 or 14 years old….so I felt like I was mounted 2 miles off the earth up on the back of that big stallion. If…I…fell… off…of…that…thing……….would I have the courage to get back on?
Sitting here on my couch, 32 years later…I realize that the answer is “Of Course”! I mean, what other choice do we have? I mean, I’m not going to lie down and eat myself into oblivion in bed with Dunkin Donut wrappers around me.
So…..hoist away friends. Back on the horse I go.
Ciao for now……Diane
You have made the only choice that makes sense, Diane. Great work, getting back on that horse. I applaud your honesty and courage. Nobody said this was going to be easy. You have already shown that you can handle tough. YOU RAN A MARATHON!!! You said in your blog what I have felt since I began this journey. I cannot stop this journey. Doing what I had been doing had allowed my health to decline. I owe it to myself and, to my family, to care for this body that houses my soul. You, and I, have made the only choice that makes sense!
HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU, DIANE :>)
you are a lovely friend Phyllis. Your words mean so much. My soul is lifted tonight. thank you. giddy-up!! Diane