Alright. It's January. (Deep cleansing breath.)
I rejoined WW. Apparently, I got a little carried away the last part of 2008. I'm not even going to beat myself up about that. I needed something for God's sake. But, now it's time to kick my ass again. I fully intend to look fabulous by my 35th birthday. (In spite of the bad bad haircut I got a few weeks back which required fixing, which in turn means I have a lot less hair than I'd like.) So, yes, the goal is lookin' good by 35.
Also, I'm stepping out in faith here by saying the next thing. I really need to be able to say this and not have everything yanked out from under me as a result....
I'm happy. Shhhhhh....
I'm feeling pretty darn good. The house is clean (my house is ALWAYS an outward reflection of my inner state so messy house = miserable me). Bart is doing well; both in terms of his sobriety and his therapy. I've found some dear friends who were lost to me over the decades. I'm not doing something I hate. I'm making myself do things I've always intended to do but never did. I'm feeling....happy. So, universe, I expect that this should keep going this way. I don't want any hairpin turns from you. Understood?
In a new state,