want to say first this post has some profanity and it is about to get real here.
Things this summer got out of control for me. I got to the point of not caring anymore. It was not just my normal not caring. (Summer have always been hard for me because I hate the hot weather and it is the time of the year I slack off.) My not caring got to the point of me not cooking nearly all the month of July. That is right we ate out every chance I could get. The heat this summer got me. I have been exhausted, feeling defeated and just trying to get through every day.
Don’t get me wrong, things have not been so bad where I wanted to give up. In fact in July had a special day for me. Hubby and I have been married for 10 years now. That is another story for another time. Just the heat has been so oppressive. This has meant my goals I have been working towards were pushed to the side with the intention of picking them back up when it got cooler. However, the call I got changed all those thoughts for me. No I am not going in to details about the call but will say it has to deal with my health.
It was a slap in the face and made me look hard at what I was doing right or wrong. I could have embarrassing events happen again or I could do something about it. Last week I decided to do something about it and stop complaining. one of my friends shared this on Instagram a couple of weeks ago and it keeps coming back to me.
