Forgive me again. I am buried under trying to pack up my apartment in three days (minus work hours), so I've been swamped. I haven't weighed in and I'm pretty sure I'm packing weight on as I pack the apartment up. I look forward to being settled again and focusing on other things, most especially taking care of this body.
The packing has had its ups: One precious gift I have sitting next to my laptop as we speak: An old, old clothing tag I found in a bag. Size 28.
So I try to remember where I came from and where I am now and celebrate that, but....
I have yet to pack up my spare room closet full of gorgeous clothes from my thinner days that I haven't worn in five years.
Nothing celebratory about that.