In October my devilishly handsome but rather abrupt fertility doctor said that he would set me a goal – that if I came back in February I had to weigh less than I did then or he wouldn’t see me again. I made some dietary changes but was very slow to start the exercise. And recently I weighed myself after walking every day for a month. Nothing. Not an ounce lost. I nearly died of fright. What if the doctor refused to see me again? I’ve been frightened stiff for nearly 2 weeks about his reaction. Thankfully the weight started slooooowly coming off over the past 2 weeks. Enough that he was satisfied anyway and I go back in May, hopefully thinner. Whew. I swear that even if it is the middle of the coldest winter on record when I reach my weight target I am going to walk around in a skirt I made myself. Naturally thin people have no idea how much I want to sit on them and crush them envy them.
So today was a rainbow day. Out of the dark rain clouds that have been hovering over me a rainbow shone out and things turned out to be much better than I expected. Whew. Here’s to more rainbow days!