Having someone parenting with me was a struggle. I "knew" what worked. I wanted it my way. I have always been somewhat independent and part of me hated the fact that someone else was there to share the responsibility. After a huge argument and a phone call from my dad, I realized that it was ok to share the extra responsibility. I realized that it would be ok to share in parenting, after all he did play a huge role in creating our baby. Life would be ok.
2016 wasn't a horrible year, not the best, but far from the worse. We survived the first year of our baby's life. There were times that I wanted to leave, times that he probably wanted me gone, but in the end we stuck it through and boy am I glad that we did. He is my best friend, the one I can vent to, and the one to tell me to suck it up. He accepted my oldest as one as if she was his own. The other day while sitting in the living room listening to some random music, he danced with her. He had her on his feet and held her. As I was looking at them, I could not help to think that I am lucky, that we are lucky. That is how 2016 ended, with that memory, a beautiful memory.
Now that we're in 2017 I'm looking forward for what's to come. I'm hoping to continue to reach my goal of being fit. I've been asked what's my ideal weight, however, that's not really my goal. Yes, I would love to reach a certain weight, but if I don't, then I don't. Being fit to mean means exercising, eating well, and most importantly being happy.
