I was talking with a friend last week, and I told them that I haven’t weighed in on a scale since October of 2019. (seriously) I told her that I have PTSD regarding weighing in and furthermore, it usually ruins my day. She told me to deal with it, get over it, and hold myself accountable. So I did it, and true to its name - Covid19 (plus more) -- 2020 was not good to me at all. (deep mournful sigh)*.
There were several things that caused me to get on the scale. First, the gentle scolding from the friend, but then I tried my skinny pants on and it was like I was trying on kid’s pants … oh, and then my tire popped a couple of times on my bike.
Yesterday was my all-time favorite day of the year - March 1. It is my favorite because - it’s the farthest away from January and February you can get, and I hate these months but also -- it’s the gateway to spring! Man, I love this month. This represents my first day of the year, so it only makes sense to refresh and renew. I celebrated with a ride this last Saturday, and it was wet (puddles) and sunny and beautiful until my tire blew. I have 3 months to lose 19 pounds, stayed tuned.
*I preach accountability all the time; except to myself. “Do as I say (not as I do)” but this has to stop. CURSE YOU GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!! (and ruffles potato chips and all forms of cheese).