The Earth has traveled around the Sun one more time and I am another year older. Although it feels as if I aged up all at once, I realize that I have been aging a little bit every day - - the laws of physics will do that. It just feels like I got old all of a sudden. I am sure this is due to the Matriarch's not at all endearing habit of considering me the next year's age every year in January. This could also be why I am so bad at math, now that I think of it. To add insult to injury all of my fitness trackers now give me credit for burning fewer calories for the same exercise on account of my advanced decrepitude.
Anyhoo, I am now 47 years old (almost 48, according to the Matriarch). I have been working out more than 2 and a three-quarter years now and I have lost just over 140 pounds. Not bad for an old woman.
Looking back on the past year I recognize that this has been a tough one, what with all the job stress and unhappiness at my old firm, my job hunt, the possibility that we would have to move, and quitting my job. It has also been a very rewarding year, with a wonderful new job, being able to stay in our apartment, doing things I never thought possible, like walking 20 miles for charity in a single day, and my wonderful partner, The Nerd, who was unflinchingly supportive through thick and thin and thinner and thicker.
Taking the long view that I am working on a lifestyle change, I am only marginally upset about being essentially in exactly the same place from a weight point of view as I was 12 months ago. After all, on the plus side, I am not really heavier than last year, and if I am not any lighter, then I am still successfully keeping my weight loss intact. This is a major accomplishment considering that the first time that I lost weight I started gaining back almost immediately thanks to reverting back to a sedentary lifestyle and horrible eating habits.
And although I am mathematically 47 years old (to anyone who is not my mother, at any rate), on most days I only feel like I am 36, so I'll take that as a win. 36 was a good year - - it was the year I got into law school, after all.
So here's what a year looks like: not quite 40 miles of hard road yet, I dare say.
Yes, I understand that I am giving my equivalent of the Zoolander "Blue Steel" look in each of my selfies - - I never know how to smile properly. Deal with it.