That's what the scale said when I stepped on this morning. I've gotten out of the habit of weighing regularly because it just does my brain no good. I become very mean to myself and ruin my whole day most of the time. So I've only been getting on periodically and it felt stuck at 223. It would not budge. Then I got on this morning...and got on again...and one more time just to be sure, 218.2. WOO HOOOOOO!!!!! I had two different conversations with friends at the gym this week. One went something like, no way, you don't weigh that...you carry it really well. And the other went something like, nutrition is where it's at, but food punctuates my life. I eat when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm depressed, when I'm excited, when I'm celebrating, when I'm grieving...and both of these conversations have stuck with me. Food does punctuate life, and I'm starting to learn that's okay. There's no way I'm stopping s...
My random thoughts as I do this thing called LIFE.