Mah-wage...

My little sister got married.  It was awesome. She and Nick are wonderful and perfect together.

I had a double chin in all the photos taken by my family.

I also got bronchitis. I overextended myself, didn't get any sleep, and hung outside in the cold with no jacket on.

My mom said something to me and I, of course, got defensive.

"I wish you would take care of yourself better. Maybe you wouldn't get sick as much."

I took that as her calling me fat. Then I realized that I don't take care of myself. At all. I eat blocks of cheese for dinner. (I'm allergic to cow's milk.)  Sometimes I order a large pizza and just eat it for a week.  This is not taking care of myself.

So, after a week of hacking up my lungs and hating everyone and everything, I took all my garbage food and made it garbage. I went to the local health food store, and I got all my favorite things in allergen free versions. I plugged in my fitbit, which has been dead since September of last year. I started taking multivitamins and turning off the TV at 9:30 so I can get sleep. I've made myself breakfast every morning, which includes whole gran oatmeal with quinoa and flax, blueberries, and almond milk. I've packed my lunch and started waking up early to walk Kevin around the block (1,250 steps!)

I lost two pounds.  But it's not really about that. It's about being healthy and happy and making a positive change. I have seen a major difference in how I feel and how I behave. And I'm hoping that makes a difference in my life.