I decided to step on the scale after playing the avoidance game for the past several months. All I can do is shake my head at the numbers that showed up.
Oh, I know they really shouldn’t have come as a shock. The pants have been getting tighter, it’s been harder and harder to not see that roll thats there everytime I sit down and I actually pulled a muscle riding my bike. For heaven’s sake! Riding a bike?! How ridiculous is that?
I feel like this is a never-ending cycle that is impossible to break. It ges harder and harder as I get older…the big 5-0 will be coming around in a couple of months. And going through the end-of-life changes doesn’t help either. Ok, so my life is really not ending…but, with some of the hormonal changes I’m having there are days when it feels like it.
I need to make a chnage.