At risk of coming off as somewhat Scrooge-ish, I am quite relieved that Christmas is over. There was simply too much going on this year for me to really get into it.
Don’t get me wrong: I enjoyed the time with my family, and I was excited to watch my husband and kids open presents that I put a lot of thought into. But I’m more than ready to pack away decorations and focus on the new year now.
At the beginning of 2018, I wrote this: ” I am finally fed up with starting a new year with the same damn blasted goals I have had for the past endless, countless years, and I just can’t tolerate the same old, same old anymore.” And I meant it. Okay, I spun my wheels for a while, but once I finally took off, I covered a lot of ground.
This past year, I have lost over 50 pounds. I have gotten back into running, into Spinning classes, and back to weight training. I am not at my goal weight yet, but I see no reason that I can’t reach my goal in the first quarter of the new year.
One of the Christmas presents from my husband was a funny t-shirt, and I smiled a little when I saw the shirt was a size XL. I guess I need to break it to him that it’s been several months since his lovely wife wore a size XL! The shirt is two sizes too big, but I adore it because it’s from him. (It’s just extra comfy and roomy, ha ha.)
Sweat & Sparkle 