Thank you for all the kind messages yesterday. Your support has meant so much, and I don’t say that nearly often enough.
V., I’m definitely shooting for the 100. If I never get there, I’m okay with that, but this close to it (4.2 pounds), I’ve got to go for it.
Miss Merry Mary tagged me with this meme. I’m not so good at these things, but it’s interesting to think about:
What’s something you’d love to say to your younger selves of 2, 5, 10, and 15 years ago? (Doesn’t necessarily have to be the same thing each time.)
2 years ago:
I was trying to get this fitness thing going (again), struggling, struggling.
“Stay on the treadmill. You won’t always be stuck at 1.8 miles per hour.”
5 years ago:
Thanks to a toxic-type friend, I wasn’t feeling so good being me.
“What you do is not who you are. You have value.”
10 years ago:
I picked up a copy of Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird.
“This book will change your life. You have a writer inside you. Get out of her way.”
15 years ago:
I had lost 40 pounds, but after getting frustrated with a plateau (at 170, for crying out loud), I was slowly putting weight back on.
“You don’t have to be thin. Focus on healthy.”
Well, that was fun.
I’m not tagging anyone. If you want to play, let me know where to find your answers.