Fist Bump

     I have misplaced my Fitbit charger and it is tragic. My life just isn't complete without a step count. Sigh. This sad fact has not, however, stopped me from going to my personal training sessions at the gym. Guess what I did today? I got up off the exercise ball without having to roll off onto all fours. Oh! And I did a lat pull down at 36 pounds. Check out this manatee, she's flappin her flippers once again. 
     After the surgery, it seemed like nothing would ever be normal again, but one day at a time, I'm making that climb back up the hill. I even went in and subbed on Monday. That's my first full day working since the operation and I survived middle school! The next challenge is to start consistently cooking again. It's just so easy to shovel in those tasty fried calories when you're exhausted and hungry. Plus, there's leftover birthday cake and that is a temptation I'm all too happy to devour.
     Everyday, I fight the urge to be too hard on myself (sometimes 6 times before breakfast). I'm guilty of falling into the Facebook trap a little more often than I should. You know, the one where you look at all the pictures on Facebook of people in their happy, seemingly perfect lives with their perfect families and their perfect makeup, and their perfect hair. They are Facebook Happy. A state of being that erases all of the daily struggles and the basic humanity of a person until they are merely a whitewashed version of themselves. Facebook Happy is not truly happy for a lot of people and comparing myself to them is just a waste of precious energy.
     Instead, I choose to be realistic - to take the good with the bad, and to know that I must find joy in the journey. I mean, I did a lat pull down at 36 pounds and that is worth a fist bump my friends.