Watch Out! Here I Come!

Through the sadness and heartbreak, the anger and frustration, the trampled and abused feelings, wonderful things still manage to find their way into our lives. Since Chessa passed and I received news of my pay-cut, life has seemed to spiral quickly down that never-ending drain, constantly gathering speed but only continually spinning, spinning, spinning, never going down. Knowing full well I'd done everthing I shouldn't have been doing during that time, I decided I needed to get myself on the scale to get myself back to reality and move forward. Maybe that would help to slow the spinning if it wouldn't stop it. Eventually, maybe I could get myself back on track, one step at a time. So, Saturday morning, I braved the scale. At that point, I told myself I would be very happy to have not gained, figuring I would have gained some from the reality check of the last few weeks. One foot....second foot. Can that be right? Step off the scale...make sure it is calibrated at zero...the cats have surely done something to it, yes? Step back on, one foot...second foot...bend down to read it. Well. HOLY CRAP! I've lost another 5 pounds! Not only haven't I gained anything, I've met my next milestone! And while I wouldn't recommend this to anyone, I'm very happy to be there and really ready to move on to the next! WOO HOO! 50 POUND MILESTONE! YOU CAN'T BEAT ME! 75 is the next one on my list....watch out, here I come!