I thought the first 25 would slide right off, but that has hardly been the case. I’ve been through so many changes the past few months, and that had me back on the weight roller-coaster. Hands-down, April was the worst month of all.
This week was no picnic, either, and I think stress helped squeeze off that last pound. That’s not a good thing, I know, and I plan on spending the weekend doing “repair work” – beginning with a decent night’s sleep.
It’s been a week of very late nights, and last night I was up until 5:30 a.m. for no reason in particular. Per usual, early morning phone calls interrupted any notion of remaining buried in the covers a few more hours. This morning’s rude awakening was courtesy of the U.S. Census, asking questions confirming my answers, or something like that.
I am somewhat of a morning person, so once I’m up, I’m up for good. And that’s how it’s been all week: Late to bed, early to rise, struggling through the days (and filing my blog posts later and later).
I should feel like celebrating, being one-quarter of the way to my goal, but really, I’m just . . . exhausted. And broke, which is part of the stress. Lots of unexpected payments this week, some related to my daughter’s pending graduation, another was an overlooked phone bill, and two others had to do with unplanned doc visits – one to the family doc, the other to a specialist (orthopedic surgeon). Despite decent insurance, there’s a deductible for seeing the family doc, and a much bigger one to see the specialist referred by the family doc. Cha-ching.
So really, I’ll celebrate, somehow, this weekend. I do need some new workout clothes and a swimsuit. Ah, swimsuit shopping. Reminds me of a famous Dorothy Parker quote often misattributed to Shakespeare: “What fresh hell is this?”
But let’s end on a more cheerful note: I am truly glad to be down 25 pounds. This is the end of week 13, and that’s not too shabby. As always, thanks everyone for your kind words and support. I’m working on having a “fan page” on Facebook next week.
Speaking of next week, a friend of mine is going to have gastric bypass surgery. More about that on Monday. Have a fab weekend.
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. ~ Dorothy Parker
Leslie J. Ansley is an award-winning journalist and entrepreneur who blogs daily for TheRoot. She lives in Raleigh, NC.