Here we go again… another Sunday and another weekend ended.
I really should be sleeping but a few minutes towards the ending of “Michael Clayton”, I violent cough rocked my chest and I can still feel the ruckus it caused internally. From out of the blue.
I had given up on posting despite two or even three drafts I had started through the course of the weekend, but I wanted to end the day and the weekend right.
I feel like I accomplished enough. Had a hair cut (still wondering when I can do a pic — something not too radically different from my avatar but still different in one way or the other.)
Started a GRATITUDE JOURNAL I will write about tomorrow. (Yes, another one — me and my journals.)
I have felt a renewed determination to lose weight after I tried out clothes at Tanger, the Outlet, last Saturday. Not for lack of any clothes that fit, but having to say no to some pieces I wanted to get because my love handles were bursting out of the seams literally was quite a disappointment.
It was rather heartening, though, to see that I haven’t grown past my current size, so while I haven’t achieved any substantial weight loss, I haven’t gained. (I’m trying to find the positive in all this…)
I did 10 episodes of “Orange is the New Black”.
Time’s up and I need my beauty sleep. Here’s to a great week ahead for everyone…