Last week I turned 45 (yikes- where did that time go?) and I started thinking. I realised that if I live to the same age that my dad did, I only have 15 years left.
The thought of only being here for another 15 years with Nicholas, breaks my heart, as he would only be 26 if I die then. Steve would survive, even though I imagine he would be upset, but he would remarry and move on. But a boy needs his mother, just like girls do. Then I realised that if I lived as long as my mum did, it would mean only 19 years.
So, my commitment to myself, is to stop carrying this extra weight and start exercising.
Because I don't want to die early from heart disease, or breast cancer.
Because 15 years is not long enough.
Sunday Night Reflections
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