I Feel Fine

It's not the end of the world as we know it, but I still feel fine. Although, truth be told, I'm a little hungry, but usually I'm sleeping by this time.
I got out of my nice, new, comfortable bed, unable to sleep for the first time in a while. I'm not sure what's caused my lack of drowsiness...it could be that I sat around and did exactly nothing today, but I just can't put my finger on the reason I'm not in dreamland right this moment.

I'm trying (with urging) to get back into writing. I love to write; I just need a little push to make myself make time for it somewhere in the rest of my busy life.

I didn't realize I never came back to update my woe-is-me-I've-screwed-up-another-diet post. I didn't do as poorly as thought I had, but I did gain back 20...okay, 21 of the 30+ pounds I had lost... so, I KNOW that's a lot. Don't judge me.

I began the year at 265, and I'm now 232, having lost 33 pounds in the past 6 months, and a total of 42 in the past 18 months. My family reunion is 3 weeks away, and I'm dying to lose another 8 pounds before then. I really want to be able to tell people that I've lost 50 pounds. (Although I realize that being able to say I've lost 42 isn't exactly a tragedy.)

There was a week or two I got off track, but with the Hubster's help, it hasn't been too hard to eat healthy. I've also exercised a lot this year...not so much in the last couple of months, but more than I ever did last year. In fact, I've walked on my lunch hour every day except one for the last two weeks, and on the day I missed, it was raining. I'm really trying to do better. My alarm is set to go off in four short hours so I can hopefully start my day with a workout instead of hitting the snooze for an hour. We'll see how that works out. It's enough to make me yawn, anyway...maybe I'll try hitting the hay a little harder this time.