We all have demands. Work, family, study and so on. I’m fortunate to not have a job. I can’t work until I can see my autistic son has a job or is studying and can independently amuse himself during school holidays. We are not there yet.
The dynamics of our family life have shifted in the past five weeks. I’m more focused on my wellbeing. I’ve spent money on myself which I rarely do. I want to talk to my husband about his similar journey. And a big congratulations to him for reaching his healthy BMI. I’m coming for you.
I’ve kidnapped my son’s boxing gear. He’s not impressed. I don’t know why because he doesn’t use it.
I have to ice my heel several times a day. This means I’m off my feet and not readily available for my kids. Ho hum.
We don’t buy takeaway anymore much to my kid’s disgust. No more slurpees from 7/11. No more treats when I fill up the car. There is good wholesome food in the house.
My Mum has lent me clothes in smaller sizes which is great. But there will come a time when I will need a whole new wardrobe. I’m looking forward to having matching underwear. My beautiful Nan always wore matching underwear, so I’m going to take up the baton and carry on the tradition.
Rest day today under strict orders from my physio. I’m allowed to box though. The goal is to walk Thursday and Friday and then parkrun Saturday. Onwards and upwards!