What A Diffrence a Year Makes

So, here I sit, breathing. Yes, breathing. Big deal as I am asthmatic. A year ago, I was taking my rescue inhaler upwards of 8 times per day, just to breath. Yes, that is how FAT and out of shape I was. Oh, how I love that word WAS. I am fitter and have gone months at a time without having to reach for my inhaler. I do still take a maintenance medication, but last year I was talking two maintenance medications and STILL had to use my rescue inhaler constantly. Now, I can go for a walk and leave my inhaler at home! It is a freedom, I never thought I would have.

A year ago in December, when I was visiting family in California, my mother and I prayed that I would finally find a way to loose all this weight I had gained, from all the various surgeries and medications I have had to take during the years.
Our prayers were answered.
With help from a wonderful doctor, who listened and really seemed to care about my weight problems, and with constant prayer for strength to follow through, I am almost to my goal.
At this point though, the goal in my head seems irrelevant. It is about feeling good, and liking who I see in the mirror. And well, I am there. Any extra weight loss, will be a bonus!


Psalm 17:
⁶ I call on you, O God, for you will answer me;
give ear to me and hear my prayer.