Things right now are, challenging. They are nothing I can blog about, which makes it that much worse. I respect my daughter’s privacy though. This is her struggle and I won’t tell it for her.
Parenting isn’t always easy. I don’t always get it right. Sometimes I wonder if I get it right at all. There are so many things I second guess myself about.
For the past two years I have been without what had become the best way of dealing with stress that I’ve ever had. Running became the way that I dealt with so much. This week, this past few days, I’ve done more to get that back than I did in the last two years. It couldn’t have come at a better time.
I’ve joined a health club. I’ve walked around a lake with a friend. I’ve registered for not one, but two races. I won’t run all of them. Heck, I may walk them both. It doesn’t matter though.
Tonight, when I was stressed. When I wanted nothing more than to eat, and bury my feelings in food, I got up, bundled up the toddler, straightened the front wheel on the jogging stroller, and walked a couple of miles. (lungs not a fan of running yet)
The next few weeks, this year, is going to be rough. Parenting is a tough gig. This gives me more of the tools I need get through it. In one piece.