How is it that I’m 48 years old and still fail miserably at taking care of myself? I’m a newly re-minted housewife [former nurse…long story] who finally has some time on my hands to figure out how to live life fulfilled, healthy, and happy.

How have a made it this long without doing much of anything toward those things, you may ask? Basically, by letting life happen and hoping for the best. That’s not to say there’s nothing good in my life, or that I’m generally unhappy, but I am woefully out of shape physically, and I just came out of some pretty rough times, which I had to end because my depression and anxiety got to the point where I was contemplating suicide.

I also feel generally terrible physically, and that’s due to a woeful lack of exercise, and a white hot loathing of anything remotely resembling physical activity. Yeah. I’m basically lazy.

My middle-aged body never misses a chance to make sure that I have aches, pains, intestinal difficulties, insomnia [which is actually lifelong], and my equally middle-aged brain never misses a chance to remind me that I have ADHD and a long, exhausting history of dealing with the symptoms of that disorder without the benefit of medications [or doing anything else recommended for dealing with depression, anxiety, ADHD, and all the other lovely things that ail me that we’ll probably touch on at a later date.

So I decided to try all the things and write about them, thinking that maybe something I try will not only stick in my own life, but that it might possibly help some other souls along the way.

I have a bunch of things I want to try, and right now, I’m thinking there will be various exercise programs, self-help books, recipes for whatever new diet I’m trying, and whatever else piques my interest. Then I’ll talk about my experiences.

Maybe some of it will help. In the meantime, it’s a way to occupy my time in a way that doesn’t involve merging dragons all day.