... is over.
Sadly. Very sadly.
I am no longer sporting the new body I gained after Roger died.
With school and school-related stress.
With foot injuries that made it impossible to run.
With a hard winter and early spring emotionally.
It has all added up to weight gain.
But part of me says, at least at the moment, I am fat and happy.
And I would rather be happy now than how I felt the months after Roger died.
But the other part of me says, I look crappy, again. [Please do not comment about how great I look.]
I look older.
And I do not find myself as attractive as I was a year ago.
That I need to work on.
I need to start running again.
No excuses now.
I want to be happy and thin(ner).