Hey, Feathers! Happy New Year! I made it through the holidays without a gain and am getting set for my cruise where I hope to do the same. In the meantime, I've shopping to do. It's interesting surfing for swimwear when I have eight feet of snow in my front yard.
My current challenge? Not buying the cupcakes and truffles and the like that I can order online to have delivered to my stateroom on Day One.
I may actually go for the truffles, though. If I know I can have a piece of chocolate in my room now and then, it may be easier to walk away from the calorie-laden desserts available everywhere else. I sometimes carry mini York Peppermint Patties in my purse when I go out with friends for the same reason.
I had a singularly great moment the other day. Since the age of 21 I have been dealing with a significant degree of scarring from a severe topical drug reaction that I suffered. Well, finally, after all these years, through diet and exercise, I have lost enough fat and gained enough muscle that even I honestly cannot tell anymore that my body suffered damage. It's still there: If I look close enough I can see it. But you have to look really close.
I have to look really close—and, given how picky I am about my appearance, that is saying something. In fact, I feel good enough about myself—finally, after so very long—that I purchased not one, not two, not three, but four bikinis for my cruise. I could almost cry. I haven't worn a swimsuit in , I don't know.... A decade? I've probably worn one a total of a handful of times in the past 16 years. While I honestly came to terms with what happened a long time ago, I still wasn't confident enough to expose my skin in that way. I am over the moon that I can look in the mirror now and for the first time not have my eye be drawn automatically to the skin damage. Plus, the fact that I purchased tiny bikinis means I will be that much more motivated not to gain weight on my cruise.