Mostly I'm holding steady. I've actually been working out on the schedule I want--well, I mean I did last week. Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday. The rest of the time, I'm doing three or four hours in the car every day. It's not horrible if I have a good audio book, but it's hell on the workout regimen.
Yesterday, I was going to do a long bike ride, but it was 85 degrees by the time I was ready, so I opted for the gym. I have to face it--I'm 46 and pretty heavy. Why get hurt in the name of health?
I'm trying, too, to focus on health as opposed to weight loss. I figure the latter will follow. But damn. It's hard to get on the scale and be at my top weight in two years. It's still less than I weighed when I moved to LA nine years ago, but still. The evil voice in my head thinks I suck. I'm trying hard not to believe it. In truth, things in my life are going as well as they ever have. Seriously. Want to see me happy? Here it is!
Anyway, I'm perking along. (That's something my grandmother used to say.)