Although my family has never looked like this picture, I have been feeling very connected to them all as of late. My grandfather passed away this weekend and I think through the time I spent with him in his last days, I found the biggest inspiration in improving my life. I have spent the last week or two struggling to do anything I had been planning to do on this blog. Hence the lack of posts.
As I sat and chatted with my grandpa, and all my family that had made it, we laughed and reminisced at how stubborn he was. He knew exactly what he liked and he refused to do anything he did not. And on his deathbed he was ready to die, completely satisfied with the life he lived.
There were many choices we disagreed with that my Grandpa made. The number one choice was smoking. But when it comes down to it, it was his choice. I know he did not regret it. So through this observation, and a week of self-loathing for all the things I have not done, I have reinforced my thoughts of acceptance for myself. I want to work out and eat healthy and do all of the things I think will make me feel better, but I also refuse to regret the lazy-jiggly-depressed me. :)
Rest in Peace Grandpa.
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