I have recently begun therapy to help me deal with parts of my childhood. For those of you who know me well, you most likely already know why I have chosen to undergo therapy. Otherwise, I'd rather not go into the details in such an open forum.
But, this decision has been coming for about 5 or 6 years. I've worked out a lot of the basics on my own, but just knowing why you're messed up isn't always the be-all end-all of personal revelations. I may know WHY I feel the way I feel. I want to know how to CHANGE the way I feel. Not who I am. But how I live, day in and day out. How I relate to the people I love. How I survive in my professional life.
I'm starting cognitive behavioral therapy, to achieve this end. I like the format, because there is a definite timeline for the therapy, and goals to achieve. I am determined to take the therapy seriously and be dedicated to the process. I have high hopes that it will bear fruit.
In other news, but you might say related news (this is all about health, after all), I am beginning a nutrition and exercise program under the supervision of my Uncle Vito, who is a doctor. I have swam for 30-40 minutes the past couple days, and intend to continue this schedule daily, slowly increasing the amount I swim. I have also changed to a "weight watchers" style of nutrition. I intend to eat a salad with chicken breast every day for lunch, and eat a healthy dinner with my family every night after I swim. I think that I already feel a little more energized.
I love to swim. Bottom line, I love to swim. And I'm glad I've found an exercise that I love, and that doesn't ruin my knees/ankles, which have been consistently problematic.
As happy as I am about these positive developments in my life, I still miss my most darling Darling. If I had to do any of this without knowing we would see each other soon, and be together again permenantly a little bit down the line, I feel like I would crumble or despair. But because sweet K. remains here in this life with me, I shall not despair.
And more and more every day, I will try to make sure to put God first, so that I may never despair.
Love and health to you all,
R.R.K.
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3 comments:
Mike, you are ever encouraging. I am glad that you love to swim. One day we will swim the English channel. Or you will swim the English channel and I will do yoga on a raft next to you. Awesome. Also, chicken salad is the best. I could totally eat chicken salad everyday. I should be a chicken for halloween and you can be a giant piece of lettuce. Or a cruton. A gluten free cruton. Mwah ha ha. Excellent.
When you and K. come to our house for dinner we will fix you chicken and salad.
Sounds like a plan!
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