I've just started exercising again.....just felt too low this last couple of weeks. Up until then I was doing quite well. It definitely makes me feel better, stronger too. Lifts my mood too. All those endorphins. ?
Yesterday I managed to repot a Christmas tree by myself. It was a struggle but I felt dead chuffed that I had managed it all by myself. Maybe not such a pathetic weakling after all, which is what my DIL seems to think of me.
I'm determined to reclaim my health and vitality, to get fitter, stronger and healthier. I will not let estrangement or the fear of it make me ill.
And thanks for liking me just the way I am.....Thats cheered me up no end. I have to admit my confidence has taken a real battering over this.. I did feel that the stuffing had been knocked out of me. My poor body ached so much I felt like I had gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. Thankfully starting to feel much better now.
However, I do feel there is a real need for reinvention, I need to be a new me, not to prove myself to anyone else but I need to do for me.
If pop stars and movie stars can stay relevant by reinvention then so will I. If reinvention is good enough for the likes of Cher and Tina Turner then it's good enough for me,......both strong powerful women who have overcome shocks and adversity.
One of the big shocks in all this is the realisation that my son and DIL just don't seem to see me as relevant, that somehow I am unworthy of respect or consideration, not even just plain old good manners.
My fault ......I allowed them (especially DIL) to get away with blue murder. I allowed them to denigrate my opinions, to sneer at me, belittle me with snide comments, be offhand with me and have no patience or empathy with me when my grief at losing my husband made me ill. (DIL has even accused me of feigning illness).
I am not after revenge. I sincerely wish them well, but you know the old saying. "The best form of revenge is to have a happy life". And that's just what I intend from now on, to live a happy life, with or without them.
Maybe if they see I am busy, happy and living a life of joy and abundance then they just might think twice and seek a reconciliation. Maybe not.
That's not my reason for wanting to live the best life I can. I am going to do it for me and for my husband. He was only 57 when he died. He was desperate to live, so I'm going to live for him too.
I KNOW he would want me to hold my head up, have pride, dignity and courage and to fight back and reclaim my joire de vie. I have lived with sadness for too long and this episode has taught me it's time to start living my own life again.
Not that I tried to live second hand through my sons and my grandchildren, I truly haven't but I can put my hands up and admit that since my husbands death I haven't lived my life to the full.
Over the last few years I haven't made the best use of my time on Planet Earth. I have been too sad and too scared to live but that is over now.
I know it won't happen in the wink of an eye, it's going to take time to heal. But as I'm 70 I don't feel I have much time to waste in wallowing in self pity so it's a case of getting started on the reinvention process and start living in the now. I can't turn back time (not even Cher could do that?) and as my husband used to say......"that was then and this is now".
If not now, when.