I admit it, I've been caught up in Facebook . . . ignoring my blog. That's ok, not much to say lately.
Married 13 years today. Or as my father would say, 13 LONG MISERABLE YEARS. Some of them were long and miserable, but this year I am able to say that we're in a pretty good place. The cynic in me is nervous saying that, because when you say things like that, then something bad always happens.
I'm back at Weight Watchers again. For the last time. I've lost 12 pounds since January 1st, some of it due to giving up soda as a New Year's resolution, some of it WW, so 12 pounds down, 67 to go.
I've been thinking about childhood dreams. What did you want to be when you grew up? Are you doing it? I grew up riding and showing horses and wanted to do that for a living, but practical matters often get in the way. What I know about the time I spent on a horse though was that I was a calmer, happier, thinner person. So I've decided that even if you can't make your dream into a mortgage payment, you need to keep that dream alive in some way that helps sustain who you are as a person. As a motivation to stick with Weight Watchers, I have promised myself that 27 pounds from now I will go back to riding. It may be in the form of a lesson once a week, but I want to have that feeling back.
