I got on the scale today, just as I’ve been doing every Saturday since the beginning of the New Year. And you know what? It gave me good news again.
I hesitate to say this out loud. I sure as hell don’t want to jinx it again. But I’m down 5.5 pounds.
That’s one-sixth of the way to my goal. The one that will put me right smack at my happy weight.
I think this time I can do it. I really do.
I’m not doing anything fancy. No counting points. No gym memberships. Just using this app I found called LoseIt, moving my bod, and giving myself a mental slap every time I reach for the chocolate.
It’s slow going. And hard work.
think know this time I can do it.
There’s a little girl who needs me to be around for another 60 years or so. And I intend to be there.
Who’s with me?