I always feel like my evenings are so short after I work, probably because they are. I wonder when I'm on the dreadmill whether T resents the time I take for me. I really hope not because now that I've made this time I don't want to give it up.
I've been worried this week that I haven't made any progress. It's silly, really, because I'm still working hard but the worry is still there. Maybe because I had 2 good weeks? I tend to have feelings of impending doom so it doesn't surprise me that I'm anxious now.
Here's my after picture...I almost forgot to take one again!
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