Groundhog Dog – Different Meaning to Me!
She started an exercise routine after that to help rehabilitate herself. She got to where she was walking about six miles a day. She lost a good bit of weight, in addition to quitting smoking.
Fast forward five years, 1987 – she is 45 years old – she unexpectedly died in her sleep from another heart attack. I was just 17 at the time. I use to be angry and bitter that she worked so hard, only to die anyway, just 5 short years later. However; now I realize it was a gift from God. Her 1st heart attack was so severe, she almost died then. All of her hard work bought her those 5 extra years, and if you think about it – the five years that a young girl goes through from age 12 to 17 – well those are pretty darn important.
So whenever I think of Groundhog Day – I don’t really think about groundhogs or predictions of summer. I remember coming home from school to an empty house (which NEVER happened) and wondering what the heck was going on. I remember how everything changed that day. Happy to say that my father, who is now 70, is definitely still smoke-free, and alive and well.
Present day, I am 43 years old. I definitely think about the reality of my own mortality – especially given that my mom died so young. But I’m doing well. I still have weight to lose, but all my numbers are good (blood sugar, blood pressure, cholesterol, etc.). I’m a work in progress, but thankfully I’ve never had to battle smoking or drugs or alcohol or anything like that. Just food 🙂
This is a photo of my mother holding me as a baby.
As Always, Make Champion Choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady