I just lost an entire post. It was one of the best blogs I’ve ever written. And now I’m left to piece it together. Hmph. Just thought you should know, since I don’t think this version does it justice.
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My goal over the past two months was lofty – obtaining a bad-ass body. But, well, sometimes life gets in the way…in a big way. I should note that I did, in fact, get to the gym a LOT more over the last 8 weeks. Something that I’m extremely proud of, which showed when I did my end of challenge workout, and improved my Fight Gone Bad score by 26 points. Now THAT shows promise. Promise of the animal that I will be when I can get myself all the way on the proverbial wagon. Of course, there were 2 weeks when I did not make it to the gym as much as I would have liked. It was those two weeks where a little of the ground fell out from under me.
Relationships are complicated. Especially that of a father and his daughter. Since my parents were divorced, I had two dads. The dad that I grew up with, and the father that I didn’t have a close relationship with. Not for lack of love, but more because I just didn’t know him. And I carried a lot of guilt for not trying harder than I did. But a few years ago, I learned that this was ok. Relationships are different, and sometimes they just are what they are.
We got to know each other a little more over the last year or so. And I knew that he might not be here much longer, though I tried to push those thoughts off, because, well, that’s difficult to imagine. But that time came, and I was glad that I put other things aside, and had my chance to say goodbye in a way that felt right for me.
And here I am. Knowing that my father gave me many gifts, some of which he might not have known about. To remember the good things. To make time for family. To be good to others, because that’s how you’ll be remembered. To take care of myself. To live my life as fully as absolutely possible.



















