157 – apparently, my chunky little self has locked into that weight. I can’t complain because I’m eating anything I want and not even moving much. Like I was chained to my desk.
3,392 average steps. Yep. That’s my sad little step count. Not even half of my already low goal. Sigh.
Don’t you love how I make it sound like that’s something that just happened? Not something I did through my own choices, but like it’s not even in my control. Sheesh. Of course it is in my control. I’ve totally chosen to sit at my desk all the time and chosen to eat pasta and ice cream. I’m lucky that I’m hovering around 157 and not back in the 160s again.
In good news, I got my new professional website to a point that I could share it, so that’s pretty frigging amazing. Now all I need is clients. And i’ve been working hard on another thing I do that does make money, so we’re not going to starve. Probably not. So that’s super good. And that really is why I’ve kind of felt like I couldn’t leave my desk.
I still have lots I want to do on my website, of course, but I feel like I can breathe a little bit too. So that’s way cool. It’s been a week of pushing thoruhg – and I haven’t been feeling well either, so that’s been a thing, but now I feel like I’m standing on the threshold of new life. So that’s all good
Now to get back in the groove of exercising.