I think it’s fair to say: I’m the happiest and healthiest I’ve ever been in my adult life.
And that’s a long time. I’ve endured seven whole years of adulthood, and I’m just starting to learn how to be healthy.
I wouldn’t say I have any overly-detrimental bad habits — smoking, doing drugs or even drinking too much, for example. But I could never get a handle on taking care of myself, in the simplest sense of the words, and that was a problem.
During university, I lived off coffee and drive-thru meals. While I was living on my own and working full time, I just never seemed to be able to find my way around a kitchen. When I did cook food, it was often the same old tired recipes time and time again. And in college, again, I lived off coffee and eating next-to-nothing.
I got plenty of headaches. I had zero energy. I was irritable, and quite honestly, sick of not knowing how to take care of myself.
It wasn’t until I moved nearly 500 kilometers away from my family, my boyfriend, my friends and everything I knew to be home, until I was finally ready to tackle me.
In this new place, this new job and this new life, I had my work cut out for me. I didn’t have a lot of know-how, but I sure did have a lot of time. I told myself, enough is enough, this is my time. I decided I would dedicate all my newly-found hours to developing healthy habits. If I learned anything in those seven harmful years, it was that being healthy is a hell of a lot of work. It takes time, dedication, and motivation — all of which I was finally ready to give.
Being able to take care of myself is something I truly cherish. I’ve got a freezer full of nutritious, home-cooked meals. I eat a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. I’ve got a full water bottle by my side. I have weights sitting on my floor at home, and a wet bathing suit from swimming laps drying on my towel rack (I picked up a few new activities along the way, too). I have a couple library books waiting for me to dive into, and I’ve got a painting needing touch-ups on my easel.
I hardly ever get headaches anymore. I’m full of energy. And yes, sometimes I’m still irritable. I’m 500 kilometers away from everyone I love — going home to me, myself and I tonight — and I swear, I really am the happiest and healthiest I’ve ever been in this adult life of mine.
Isn’t that a beautiful thing?