On November 21, 2011, my husband suffered ruptured brain aneurysm, which made me realize the preciousness of each and every day. The aftermath of his recovery changed me in a fundamental way, so I will share what I’ve learned along the way to a better me.
The day that it happened, I was a 5’7, 215 pound, disheveled, two-pack-a-day smoker who dreaded waking up. I lost 85 pounds without spending a fortune on formal diet plans or groups. I ran my first half marathon (and a 5K) on my 40th birthday, found my true passions in life, and am finishing a college degree.
It took a long time to get to where I am today. I made the decision to change, then followed through. There is nothing special about me. I learned all that I could and created my own path to get there.