As I read through what I've just written, I'm shaking my head, wondering How did this happen? I thought with age came wisdom yet I'm sabotaging all the positive things in my life with this very bad habit.
In my experience, resolutions -- much like giving up chocolate for Lent at Easter -- tend to fall by the wayside whereas goals, and the commitments set in place to achieve them, have staying power. The proof is in the chocolate avocado chia pudding.
I'm wardrobe malfunctioning all over the place! Because I got my shit together and dropped a bunch of weight and now NOTHING FITS!
I actually arrived on-site late Wednesday night and, as one is wont to do when released from all household and parenting duties, I hit up one of the village pubs for a draught with some friends. When I saw Dai there I'm pretty sure I did a little jig on my way over to give him a hug hello.
Looking back -- and likely because it was winter and hat weather and so what was the point, really? -- I did not rush off to the doctor's. In fact I went in several months later on a matter unrelated And, oh yeah, I HAVE THIS RANDOM BALD SPOT.
Small changes. That’s all it takes. I’ve got the before-and-after photos to prove it. And, yes, I’m sharing them. When I set out on my initial weight-loss journey — because that’s what it is: a journey; one that takes you through ups and downs, successes and setbacks both physically and emotionally — I’d set a goal. A pretty hefty one. My goal back in February was to drop 42.5 lbs. Crazy, right? I hit the ground running and began making changes. And they were working. But I was alone in my journey. Any accountability was to only myself which, let’s face it, can get a little boring. Also, there was no end-date in…