Her Post- Life it’s all about balance, I blow it every day

Did you guys missed me? Or us? We were kind of busy. We actually didn’t move a feet from our bed. Nope, we didn’t had a “ honey moon reloaded episode”. Instead, I showed my love giving C. another piece of toilet paper to blow his nose.

While hubs couldn’t even smell the food during sickness, I had no problem eating well, but everything seemed tasteless.

I had a major surprise, when I putted my jeans and they were as loose as a pair of dad shoes can be when his five years old tries them.

As a former anorexic, I constantly fight to keep things balanced in my life, whether it’s about food, work or love. When things get excited in one segment, I tend to lose sight of my eating habits.

When on The Road, you have to focus on "The Big Picture", rather than just a few details


Just a week ago, we had a huge fight because my husband noticed a slightly weight loss. He was right. Being so close to graduation, having so much fun at my part-time job and writing this blog kept me busy and away from the fridge and my lack of energy proves that.

Cosmin reminded me the hell we both gone through when “ANA” took charge of my life and how vulnerable I still am, a year after my recovery. He also made sure I am aware of his fully support , he told he loves me when I shine and that happens only when I take good care of me.

Glow.

Sometimes I have a hard time finding balance on a bike, and sometimes I suck at being there for…me. Neither monks, nor circus performers know what “balance” really means , so WHY should I know? Our life it’s a suspended, bumpy rope to walk on. The more we look down, the more we’ll slip off.

Heads up, practice makes it perfect!

Her Post-Life out of the box

We are not special at all. If you take us individualy, you’ll see that it’s no sparkle at all. But God brought us togheder and that’s a very special package. Yes, I kind of like the comparisons.

When I think how our marriage will be, a weird and funny image pops into my mind . You know those boxes, very brightfull, very colorfull, whitch seem to be empty but once you open them a little clown comes out into your face. That’s it! That’s what we are.

A relation like that just has to be playfull and sincere like the smile of the clown. Now, the puppet has an arch stick to his but. That means nothing’s stabile, not the bad days , not the good days, but we will have to cope one with each other and find a balance.

Untill today, our life has been spontaneous. One day we were having no home, no jobs, the next day we re have both and more. We grow up togeder, teaching what love really means and we learn from every fight. We still do. ..Fight. But at the end of the day, he knows I was able to risk my life for his love, and I know he gave up to the confort of his family for to be togheter