Myra is a single mother of a twelve and a half year old beautiful girl.
A teacher, a daughter, trying to have a sense of humor, fighting to be fit, kettlebell loving, MizFit wannabe.
Maybe I’ll get up the courage to have my own blog after this! (MizFit note: I CHOOSE yes.)
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the choices we make.
I don’t know whether it’s the change of seasons. (cue sad bye bye to summer music)
Or my milestone BIG birthday that I threatened to celebrate but let pass by unnoticed(not by me)
But I find myself finally ready to act on a commitment that should have been made years ago.
Today I decided to CHOOSE LIFE.
That may seem so obvious, but life is complicated and messy, and choosing is so hard. You want to make the right decision, of course to please everyone. What to choose? I know for me decision making is sometimes so hard, I just let it go.
Sadly enough, a lot of time has passed, but now I’m ready to choose.
Back in the day…..waaay back….remember a group called Wham!? You know, before George Michael was George Michael and he was just cute? (I told you I just had a big birthday)
Well, I digress.
George Michael and the other guy wore Tshirts in their video that said Choose Life. I thought about it then, and then put it away.
As you well know, sh—stuff happens. I got married…got fit….lost Dad…..lost husband….adopted daughter….
In choosing to forge ahead, I lost myself. I was fit, almost certified as a trainer.
I chose what I thought was best.
Fast forward to 2009. Many good choices, Many, many bad choices.
Good Choice: my beautiful daughter and I joined a gym together. As I fumble to untangle the earphones, she calls from across the room to show how she is already running up a steep incline like Jillian said to on “The Biggest Loser”.
Bad Choice: changed my eating without changing portion size = no weight loss= frustration
Bad choice: cluttered apartment, missed doctors appointments etc, etc, and so on.
Somehow, today is the day I know I’ve made a good choice.
I’m Choosing Life.
For me. Not for my mother. She needs me, but won’t have me if I don’t choose life.
Not for my daughter’s Bat Mitzvah. I thought I could choose a goal like looking great at her Bat Mitzvah. That didn’t seem to be the motivator I thought it would be.
Today, I’m choosing life.
For me. So I can be there for my mother. So I can watch my beautiful daughter run and jump and laugh.
I know what to do. I think we all know what to do. We just have to choose.