The Wagon Wheel
New York has been the victim of three snowstorm attacks, one after the other. Oh, and throw in an ice storm for good measure. Right now we're in the process of getting another 8". I remember when getting a solid 8" meant something entirely different, but I digress...
I celebrated my 20th year wedding anniversary on Friday. I'm only 38 so as a very young bride, fresh out of high school, a LOT of people said we'd never make it past a year. Now 20 years later, I'm not even sure how we did it. Two children, moving across country and everywhere in between a couple times, pets, ups, downs, weight gain, weight loss, weight gain again, career changes ... and here we are ... almost completely nuts. Nah, we've taken the good with the bad and are still young enough to marvel at it all.
I've fallen off the wagon so bad I feel like a sad episode of "Little House on the Prairie." Like when Pa loses a wheel and it takes the whole show to replace it and during that time, what can go wrong does go wrong, of course. Even a fire. I think that's when Mary was struck blind, but AGAIN, I digress ...
The holidays, December in general, it's like losing a wagon wheel for me ... one at a time. I need to just get my fat ass out and walk instead of sitting there in the driver's seat clutching the reins saying, "Move, damn it, move!" The toughest part about losing weight is realizing and accepting the great deal of work and responsibility needed to change it. Every moment of every day.
Tomorrow's Goals:
30-minutes WATP + weight training for chest, bis, and tris:
10 waters:
No eating at night: