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Hi, I’m Amy. I live life with a condition called Bethlem Myopathy which is a rare form of Muscular Dystrophy. I like to help others by showing how I live well with a debilitating condition. I was born with this disease, so it’s the only way I know life. I continue to work on embracing myself and using that to help others.

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New Year, New Me?

Hello and welcome to another blog! As we begin the new year each year our minds are often in renewal mode. In the past, I found that I had this magnified motivation to want to change so many things each year, and would always start out with a bang! Then, by the time the end of February rolled around, I would lose my momentum. I also felt like in doing so, it made me feel like what I was doing before wasn’t good enough, that I wasn’t trying hard enough. I don’t think that was the case, I think our minds just get easily distracted by things like…life. 


I’m not saying I’m against goal setting. In fact, it’s something that we do as a family each year. We all four write down our goals, and then on January 1st of the next year, we take a look and see how we did. This year, I was able to check off all of my goals from last year. That was a pretty good feeling I must admit. Not sure I’ve ever checked them all off before. I think it was because they were more realistic and smaller goals. 

I think what I’m trying to get at is, I want to be at a place in my life where maybe I need to strive to make myself grow and better in some ways, but less of the thought of “I need a total overhaul each year”. I want the growth I make each year to be realistic and stick, not just be fleeting. I think that is a waste of time and really leaves us not feeling too confident in ourselves. 

Take for example, a fitness goal. That would always be at the top of my list. I wanted to workout and build muscle, and would have this image of myself in my mind that wasn’t realistic for me. So, I changed that. I made a promise to myself to workout consistently in a way that works with my disability, and doesn’t leave me feeling beat up each time. I figured out the workout that works for me. I’ve maintained my goal weight for a couple of years now, stayed pretty healthy and my mental state is much better. Sure, I would love to look like I was 21 again, but I’m 47 years old! Things are different, but I can strive to be healthy, which I think is ultimately more important than a low number on a scale anyway. I want to keep walking as long as I can, so taking care of myself the best I can is all I can do. 

This year, I have a few goals in mind, but mostly it’s a continuation of what I have started already. Building on my foundation. I think that in humbly courageously following God’s path for me, and stepping way outside of my comfort zone over the past year, I feel less of a need to overhaul my life. Instead, I will continue to listen and pay attention to the nudges I get to keep moving forward. 💚

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