I’m in pain when I wake up. I have not slept well. I have joined a weight loss program which requires an inordinate amount of exercise and yesterday I did a boxing class. My body has gone into revolt. So much so I cannot even contemplate getting out of bed. It’s 8:00am on Sunday. I decide to stay in bed.
Soon, sun starts to stream into the room. I stretch out, like a dog does when it is content, happy. I love this house. I look around my bedroom and I realise that in the last few weeks I’ve allowed it to get really dusty. I’ve neglected this house that has come to represent so much to our family. The light does a good job of highlighting all the dust. I make a mental note to really concentrate on the housework this week. Jay has her friends from the UK and she won’t be seeing me this week. I have time to concentrate on the house. It deserves better than I have been giving it.
I emerge out of bed and take a very tentative shower. My body does ache so much. I am determined to lose this weight though. With Jay’s baby only a few weeks away, I really want to be well on my way to leading a more healthy lifestyle. I realise that I am really excited about the arrival of Baby C. I can’t wait to hold him, cuddle him. Jay’s tummy is so very big now. She is tired and she gets out of breath so quickly. At 33 weeks, she is so much further than anyone ever thought she would be. We are taking bets in the family as to how far she will actually go. I am reckoning on full term, Dee is reckoning on 36 weeks. I think Jay is secretly hoping it will be any day now. We all want to meet him so much.
As I wander around our house, I realise just how big it is and how empty it feels without people in it. When we bought the house three years ago, it was intended that the four of us would be moving in. In my mind’s eye, I had visions of Jay being at Uni or Tafe, having friends over for swimming and playing pool. I imagined a house full of people and laughter. It was utopian, and perhaps unrealistic.
Jay moved out before we moved into the house and the minute we moved in JC retracted into his own world and refused to engage with anybody outside of school hours. Apart from the odd BBQ, and our family christmas this year, this house has not seen people, heard the laughter that a big social gathering brings. I miss that so much.
We used to entertain a lot. Then things happened. Life happened. I could not face entertaining. We stopped entertaining. And the laughter stopped. JC misses our parties. He said so this week. Perhaps I need to start entertaining again. Perhaps it is more a case of that I need to learn to face the world again. In the last two years since my mom died, and possibly since I gave up drinking, I am acutely aware of how I have become a recluse. I have lost trust in life and living. I think I may have passed that onto JC. I think he may be following my lead. Except with him it is much much more isolated.
I was meant to take this year to find my path back into life. Then Jay got pregnant. Life happened again. My path got changed. I retreated even further. But paths change. Life happens. I need to find another way of coping. I do not want to be isolated any longer. I want to find my path. Live my life. Laugh again.
I think my determination to lose weight is part of my path. I have joined a Facebook forum of people who are doing the same program, and who exercise close to where I live. I am thinking of joining them. I have become such a recluse in the last two years, become quite shy, lacking in confidence. This is a step out of my comfort zone.
Changing paths, stepping onto a new journey. This is part of life. This is what I have tried to teach my children. This is what I need to do now. I need to learn to face the world again. One step, one day, at a time.