My dad has cancer. I officially found out Monday, but my family has been preparing for that news for close to three weeks. My dad is also a badass who had his doctor's appointment with grace then promptly went right back to work to finish out his day at the office. I wish he'd take a break; I suppose he'll be forced to when treatment begins soon. In the meantime, we wait for the next appointment and the official plan of action. If it's possible, he's going to fight it with every fiber of his being--probably quite literally. My dad is and always has been someone who believes in self-improvement and pragmatism. I have inherited these traits from him, though my emotions sometimes get the better of me.
Even though I've been mostly absent from social media the last month, I've continued to try to practice healthy living as much as possible and have logged almost everything I've eaten. I've binged once, Monday night--3 extra chickpea chocolate chip cookies that I made. That on its own tells me that SP is working for me. My binging would have been an entire box of Oreos or Girl Scout cookies in the past, on top of an excessive amount of fast food that lasted for days before I crumbled into an exceedingly depressive state about everything: the news, my own faults, life itself and every little thing in between.
Instead, exercise has become a routine comfort to me, and while eating right is still a struggle it is clearly much less of one than it was two months ago. If this terrible news had to happen, I'm glad we're dealing with it now and not before I started SP up again two months ago. Even though it seems like a minuscule amount of time, I have changed so much that I feel better equipped to be strong, both mentally and emotionally, than ever before.
Of course, to make things even more complicated, Hubby and I are moving and have to be in our new place on June 15. It's exciting because we're moving into a one bedroom from our tiny studio, but I've been extremely busy preparing for it, and it feels as though I've only scraped the tip of an enormous, impenetrable iceberg. However, when I stop and think about it I know that this is the easiest move we've ever made.
Thankfully, there are actually a number of factors that are helping this move to go smoothly. We're only moving a block away from our current flat so we've mostly been able to carry things to the new locale ourselves. Two months ago, it wouldn't not have been both of us carrying things but him alone. I am happy to report that I have become much stronger than I ever hoped to be doing the TIU Bikini Series, and we still have a week and a half left of Daily Workouts! Because of this newfound strength, carrying things has not been an issue for the first time in my adult life.
After my surgery, I read (devoured?) The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up and proceeded to go through the Konmari method. I've since listened to the audio book two more times and went through the method again before our move last year. It has changed my life in so many ways, but the most obvious is that we just don't have as many possessions as we used to. It makes life easier, truly. I am grateful that it's worked and I've been able to extend the Konmari method into pretty much everything I do. The only thing I still struggle with when it comes to "adulting" is food and money, but SP and the internet are helping me to get a handle on these things too.
Back to my dad for a moment though: I am grateful to this community for being here and listening to my struggles, and I know that things will turn out the way they are meant to--of course, it doesn't hurt to give fate a nudge in the right direction. Positive thoughts, encouragement, etc., are appreciated during this trying time.
Keep Sparkin', loves!