Three Things Unthinkable

I accomplished three things this year that, a short time ago, I thought were unthinkable.

The first feat was gaining ten pounds. This sounds crazy to many people, that I chose to gain ten pounds, but I was and still am underweight by all standards. Two years ago, I fell to my lowest digits: 88 pounds. Now I am hovering around 100 again. I have flesh on my bones. Not much, but enough to notice a difference. Enough that my size zero petite Ann Taylor Loft corduroys are too snug around my hips and waist. And that, I assume, is a good thing.

After that, I continued weaning myself off of prescription tranquilizers, having been addicted for nearly four years. I took my last dose on Monday, July 11, 2011. My first day without the pills is my anniversary: July 12. It is a day I will never forget, and a day worth celebrating, as I freed my body and my mind of a harsh, brain-altering chemical.

Last but not least, I attended my daughter’s seventh birthday party at her father’s house. I helped her father’s girlfriend plan the party. She is the woman for whom he left me, nearly three years ago; I think I can safely say she was the catalyst for an inevitable divorce. We are now constant communicators, the other woman and I, working together for the benefit of my daughter. I never thought I would say this, but I cannot believe this woman is so nice.

I can only hope these three things continue to add strength, health, and fulfillment to my life.