Well, I wasn’t as successful as I had hoped, but life gave me other, bigger challenges than I was anticipating. My dad’s death, which really knocked me harder than I thought possible and a strange bowel abscess that took a long time to figure out. Through that I managed to keep moving and trying to stretch, laugh and reorient myself to what is important- family, friends and lightening my load.
I weigh exactly what I did when I started, which I guess all things considered isn’t the worst. My inches are less, not by a lot( 2 inches off my hips), but what I have come to realize that our bodies need care and love, and mine can take me to the top of the Chief, or to Joffre lakes, and laugh the whole way (well, when I am not cursing about the elevation!)