Violated

Just when you think things can’t possibly get any worse…they do.

The past couple of months have been filled with some trying times. Recently I had reconnected with one of my best friends from high school and we started walking 4 days a week. Not only did it feel great to create an exercise plan and stick to it, but my friend has been a lifesaver to me. It has almost been like daily exercise and daily therapy at the same time!

After walking for 3 weeks, anywhere from 3 – 7 miles at a time, we thought last week was the perfect time to start implementing the Couch to 5K program. I wanted to make goals in terms of distance and time and try to forget about how much weight I was losing each week. So here we were, walking for 90 seconds and running for 30 seconds and after 45 minutes we stopped at our cars to drink some water. We wanted to continue for another couple of miles so we headed back around the track. As we were passing our cars I glanced at my car and said, “It looks like my window is down.”

So we walked up to my car and once we were close enough I seen the glass on the ground. Let’s just say I don’t do very well in situations like these. I went into panic mode and felt like I couldn’t breathe. Thank goodness my friend was with me because without her I don’t know what I would have done. My purse was stolen and yes I now realize how stupid it was for me to be leaving my purse in the car with my checkbook, cash, credit cards, etc. It took us a few minutes to notice that my friend’s car had been broken into as well. She didn’t have her purse in her car, but she did have her work laptop which was stolen as well.

It has been a huge mess; all the phone calls, visit to the bank, checks bouncing after having to close my current account. I don’t think an hour has gone by without me thinking about it. We had to change the locks on our door, but I still don’t feel safe. I keep thinking about where my purse might be, who might have my drivers license, and photos of my kids. Knowing that someone out there stole my purse, invaded my privacy, and was clearly watching my friend and I that day – feels very unsettling. I haven’t walked since then and I miss it. I know I can’t live in fear forever, but I can’t help but feel like I am being watched.

March was really a terrible, terrible month. Yes, I do realize how lucky we are that no one was hurt. I do have much to be grateful for. I’m going to try to let the past stay in the past and move forward. Let’s hope that April brings some positiveness into my life!