So, welcome to February, even though it is already half-gone! I had a wonderful weekend. I spent time with my dear friend, Anne in Asheville. We have known each other for just shy of 19 years. During that time, our friendship has gone through good, bad, and silent periods. After a very long silent period, I am thrilled to say we are able to have it be "just like the old days." Except, there are gray hairs and wrinkles on the scene, now.
I finished my time in Asheville on Sunday in an Indian restaurant, dining solo. In my twenties, I never would have attempted this. I would have felt like everyone was suspecting I had been "stood up." Now, I do not mind this at all from time to time. I see it as growth, to be able to take myself out on a date.
Now, on to where I could do better. I am angry with myself that I am not reaching my fitness and weight loss goals, that I continue to sabotage myself, that I binge mindlessly, that some nights I opt for a glass of wine on the couch instead of a run on the treadmill. I must do better with this. I am the only one standing in my way. I can blame no one else.
