revival

I woke up one morning six months ago and couldn’t recognize the strange face in the mirror. The past five years of setting my own hearth and studio had taken their toll. I weighed an awe inspiring 300 pounds, had started to get white hair and had grown a bushy hairdo and beard.
I should say that I had gained a beautiful family and a nice home and the company was doing great too but I think I saw something missing in the ‘me’ I saw that morning.

For as long as I can remember I have had a twinkle in my eyes and great appetite for life. I grew up in a family where despite all the ups and downs we faced we always had great music, great books and great food and oh yes incredibly good times and engaging conversations.

That morning I tried hard to think about what I had appreciated lately and couldn’t remember.

What’s really strange is that I am sure I had been zipping pass all the little good things that happened to me without ever sparing so much as a single fleeting thought for them. While focus is a good thing I think what I had was more like tunnel vision.

For now, I’ll cut the long story short and fast forward to the present. I am nearly back to my fighting fit at 220 pounds have rediscovered music (thank you apple ©) can appreciate small things like a pleasant breeze, the smell of baking and the taste of what I eat and drink. I’ve trimmed my beard (I keep a French beard now) and hair and am happily buying new pants (sorry for this last one).