I've been thinking about this past year a lot lately.
The year started out pretty good. I set a couple of goals for the year- give up pop and get into shape. I didn't call them resolutions because I believe resolutions are meant to be broken! Giving up pop was tough but after a couple of weeks it wasn't bad. I had a set back with pop in September but I will get to that later. I didn't start getting back into shape until February. I didn't really have a workout plan until one cold Sunday in February. I caved to an infomercial. Bob said if I would stick with it he would buy me a new wardrobe. Challenge accepted!!! So my quest of working out began. I worked out before and after work. I was feeling good and was seeing changes in body immediately. I became bored with my workout in June so I decided that Bob should start working out too. I talked him into it and we did some research and found a program we though would fit us. We were doing pretty good until a few weeks into our workout...
...We had a really rough week starting with losing our electricity for an entire evening in the heat of the summer and not getting it back until 2am the next morning. A couple of days after that my car broke down. After we made it through that bad week we were faced with another bad week that changed the remainder of our summer. In one day Bob's grandfather was admitted to the hospital for complications with a pacemaker and one of my grandfather's was admitted to the hospital for a UTI. What were the odds of that happening?!?!?!?! By the end of that week my other grandfather checked into the hospital for prostate surgery. Three grandfathers in the hospital all in one week. Crazy!
Both of our grandfather's were released from the hospital around the same time and placed into assisted living homes. My other grandfather had a successful surgery and temporarily moved in with my parents. We tried to make our rounds visiting as much as we could. We also tried working out when we had the chance.
In September we took a trip out to visit Bob's folks and had a great relaxing weekend until we got home. I received a text from my mom saying that my grandpa Julius was in the hospital again with complications from the UTI. I made it a point to go see him over my lunch hour on Monday. When I got to the hospital he was sleeping and I didn't want to startle him. I later found out that he was quarantined due to a really bad infection. I enjoyed a pop that day as I left the hospital. That evening he took a turn for the worse and was placed in the CCU. Once again, I went to see him over my lunch hour. It was just me and grandpa. We didn't talk as he had tubes but he knew I was there and he was alert when I told him I loved him as I left. By Wednesday the family was told there was really nothing more that could be done. Grandpa Julius passed away 9/13/12. His death was somewhat unexpected but I am thankful that we had time to spend with him before his passing. Most of all I am grateful I had the chance to tell him I loved him.
By this time workouts were non-existent and I've had a few pops since then.
I have learned that life is too short to not say I love you to the ones who mean the most. We take our loved ones for granted too often to realize. I am trying my hardest to keep more in touch with my grandma. I try to tell my immediate family I love them more often. What you have today you may not have tomorrow.
With the year winding down to an end I think I will continue my no pop goal, working out and adding more 'I love yous' to those who mean the most.
BTW.... I didn't get a new wardrobe at once from Bob... it came here and there... and yes he had a say in what he bought! :)
