I've been on three trips in the last month. That's a lot of meals made in someone else's kitchen.
I haven't stepped on the scale since coming back from NYC, but before this last trip I hadn't gained any weight in the last month. But, I hadn't lost a whole helluva lot either.
I'd like to change that.
I'm running a 10K next month. I'm going to my high school reunion the month after that.
(Jury's still out over which one I'm more terrified of.)
I didn't feel guilty about the delicious meals I ate or the glasses of champagne I sipped while traveling. There's always something to celebrate, I like to say. Whether it's a business trip, a blogging trip, a surprise trip, or a Tuesday night at home when all the laundry happens to be done.
Life is meant to be celebrated. With a delicious meal, a glass of champagne, good company, fun.
And not just soft-lit pictures, sponsors-pick-up-the-bill, all-for-show celebrated but really celebrated. Without a camera or a Twitter stream nearby. Not for anyone else. Just for you.
I've celebrated a lot this year. I've celebrated myself.
The year I changed my life, I like to say in my head.
But hard work should be celebrated too. And it's time to finish working hard so I can celebrate some more down the road.
18(ish) pounds left to lose. 6(ish) miles to run. Hundreds of old high school friends to see. Lots more ways to make myself proud.
Game on.