No weight loss this week. No weight gain either.

*le sigh*

I kept track of my food every day, and that’s why I figure there wasn’t any weight gain. Because last week wasn’t the best week, health-wise, I didn’t get in my steps. I really need to do both in order to actually see the scale going down.

So while the scale is telling me one thing, and I know I didn’t move enough last week, I also know that the weight  continues to shift around. Again, measurements would probably be telling a different story right now.

I realize that I am not supposed to say the following, but fuck it. I am.

I look good.

I actually like the way that I look. Particularly since I’ve lost the weight that I have. I was able to wear a tighter shirt this weekend and looked good in it.

There was a Facebook meme once that asked how many industries would collapse if all women, everywhere, suddenly woke up one morning and decided that they liked themselves, just as they were.

Me? I already like myself. I can improve, sure. Like losing a few more pounds. But I like my body. I like my hair – it’s growing out well. I like the color of it. (There were a few years when I first started going really gray that I didn’t like the color, and I dyed it. Then it started coming in all silver and I stopped dying it.)

Overall, July has been a really rough month, not just for me but for my sweetie as well. (Seriously, 2019 in generally hasn’t been a great year.) That being said, I’m still happy. I am aware that I’m living the dream, as it were, being a full time writer, working for myself, living out here on the property. Yes, I work a lot. All the time, at least according to my husband. Fortunately, I enjoy it. I like myself, and I like my life.

Because if I didn’t, I’d change it. I’ve done that in the past, and I’ll continue to do that in the future.

Today, I need to feed the birds, then get back to the new novel, which I am loving, BTW. I need to get back into the habit of writing 3000 words a day. I only did 2000/day over the weekend, easing my way into the novel. The start of a new novel tends to be slow for me. I can do better.

So what would you change about yourself if you could? More importantly, what would you keep?