Today this was posted on my Quest group for OneFitWidow:
And someone commented that she couldn’t count the number of chronic diseases that could be avoided with clean diet and exercise.
There was a tweak.
A ripping tearing bit of grief that threatened to wash over me.
And then I thought…. it’s true.
We knew it. We believed it. We made bad choices.
But I have a choice now.
The tweak is still there. The heavy grief and the pain….
But along with it, the knowledge that I can make a choice. I can be sad and wallow in the grief of loss, the grief of choices made, the grief of what could have been…
Or I can change what will be.
I see my future in my mother, in my grandmother, in my aunt. I see my genetic make up. But I also have the choice of eating differently, moving differently, changing my life and my children’s lives.
I’m still sad… but I have a choice as to how my life will be.
And my life will be beautiful and amazing.
I have that choice.
My only regret is that I didn’t realize it before it was too late for him.