I know that everyone says that they want this new year to be different. I am one of them. I need to get off my bum and make changes not only for me, but for my family. I'm going to be 39 this year and it is obvious that becoming 26 again just isn't going to happen. I am kinda scared, but I am also excited as to what this coming year may have for me. I am excited at the prospect of finally losing, and keeping off, the weight that holds me back from enjoying life, enjoying my children, enjoying my husband, and is bound to kill me like it did my parents. It is time for something new. To leave behind the past, but not forget it. To embrace the present, and love all it has to offer. To welcome the future, and not be afraid of it. I am going to be *me*, and I am going to *love* me, for the first time in a long time. That feels good to say.
I realize that I have never actually shared my trip back to El Paso for my reunion with y'all, so next week I will be doing that. Lucky you, eh?
I am now off to go to bed, to nurse my cold and my pink eye. Take care.