That says it all, right? Bye Felicia. 2017: You were a weird year and I’m happy to see you in the rearview mirror. There were good things, of course, and lots of bad things too. You can guess who is responsible for all the bad things. The sleepless nights. Anger. Sadness. Frustration. Shock. Disappointment. But also Resolve. Outrage. Strength. Sisterhood. Resistance. I call him Emperor Baby Fists. Hopefully, someday soon I can say Bye Felicia to him.
My quest to get healthy remains happily on track. Inches are coming off, butt is shrinking and muscles are forming. All wonderful, great things that make me strut around my apartment like I’m the Queen of the World. Ain’t no mountain high enough! This get healthy lifestyle is so easy …. or not. I do strut around feeling proud of my progress and I also stare longingly into the fridge and whine about being hungry. I regularly want to quit because size ain’t nuthin’ but a number. And on and on it goes.