After the month from ****... I'm taking time to breathe.
Through gall bladder, multiple dance recitals, three birthdays, an anniversary, two kids finishing school, daycare clients everyday, a mother in law visit, a blow up with my sister, ANOTHER birthday party to execute THIS weekend... I'm spent.
I'm whooped.
I'm tired.
I need a vacation.
And through it all? No weight gain. Steady losses still. Eating totally on track. No problems.
I think... maybe... possibly... some of these new habits are HABITS now. Ingrained. I know I can never really relax but this is all becoming very second nature to me now and THAT feels good.
125 pounds lost in 9 months (in three days) and 102 more to go. Easy peasy.




