When I say my worst year ever, I'm pretty much referring to our family's struggles with mental health and junior high dating. I don't mean to be coy, but I do try to respect my kiddo's privacy somewhat. I have read more parenting books than I can count, and we've spent the monetary equivalent of a vacation on therapy. But hallelujah, things have gotten so much better. For me, once I accepted that the situation just didn't make sense, thus I wasn't a failure for not making sense of it, things clicked into place and I felt more like myself.
No, I didn't lose the 15 pounds I picked up when I completely lost it in October. But I will. And I'm getting much better at telling myself, "You're doing the best you can," and that is a huge improvement for me. Weight loss is just one aspect of health, and as a family, we're doing all we can to stay healthy, both mentally and physically.
