Gotta get my tush moving. I miss my healthier self. I feel so much better not smoking but I miss my bicycle. I miss riding on back roads, mooing at cows. April 26 will be 3 years without smoking. Three years since my nerves took a nose dive, discovering full blown panic attacks and crying. It was a rough first year. I still struggle with my nerves but I am getting better with them.
I have bike rides I would love to go on this year. But after gaining so much it is very hard on me. Winston is suffering, Jimmy is suffering, I am suffering. (Especially since Winston is next to me on the couch smelling of dead fish...ugh). We have a good start on our garden, baby chickens are coming, and I need to be able to get stuff done.
Plan of attack: Walk the pooch everyday, Cut out soda Sundays only, Keep track of my food. Here's to a healthier me.
Got our Chick Starter kit from My Pet Chicken. HOORAY!!!