A Life Well Lived

 

Today it’s been eight weeks since weight loss surgery.

That means:

A)    I’m off the last of any dietary restrictions

B)    I’m down 64.4 pounds

C)    I’m healed, real and ready for life

I’m not here to preach weight loss surgery, really. My message is change. Life is short. Any decision put off until tomorrow gives one less day to enjoy a new life.

I know one day I will wake up and it will be just another day. That’s how life works. I’ve spent enough time in the valleys to know time on the mountain tops is precious. Today I feel like I could reach out and touch the clouds.  

When I started this blog I planned on chronicling my surgery and weight loss experience for a year and then continue with my new life. Maybe I’m impatient. Maybe I’m getting bored with weight reports. Maybe I want to get on with life. I will still report significant milestones and my weight loss progress, that’s all part of the person I’ve become. I really want to focus more on how my life has changed and less on why. 

Suddenly I want to get out and do things. I want to feel charged like stepping outside on a cold clear morning. I want to feel the rush of dropping into a steep run on skis. I want to feel the apprehension that comes when sailing off-shore and you feel so small. 

I’m ready to be cold, wet and tired. Most won’t understand that last statement, but those who do, will understand perfectly. Life isn’t perfect. Life is messy. My goal is that when I lay my head down for the final time I can close my eyes in the peace of knowing, mine was a life well lived.