I waited and waited and waited for Chicago to get here... and now it was two weeks ago. I'm trying not to be sad about that.
Luckily, I've been crazy busy which also explains my lack of recent posts. I've been reading blogs when I have five seconds, and commenting when I have two seconds, but there are still some of you I've got things to say to... I haven't forgotten.
Weight was 168 this morning. Still losing. Truly amazing considering all the alcohol I've consumed in the past two weeks... which brings me back to sadness about Chicago being over.
Since I've been home, I've completed my first big project, pitched it to corporate, have been asked to pilot, and then teach company wide. Had a blow out Star Wars party including a Jedi Training Camp for 15 six year olds. Guests from out of town. My oldest children's grandfather died unexpectedly, so I've been helping them deal with their grief. I'll have a house full of out of town guests AGAIN this weekend. Two parties and a funeral this weekend. New projects. Wine... I've finished off what I was able to smuggle into Utah from Chicago. See a theme here about everything going full circle back to Chicago?
In all honesty, that experience has made some very positive changes in me. In some ways, it was closure for me. Closing the door to the part of my life I spent overweight, and opening the doors (with a bang) to everything that being an acceptable weight has to offer me for the rest of my life. It was the beginning of my celebration of the better me.
I'm going to end here because I'm risking an Ambien post (some things will never change)... however I really do think about our Chicago experience all the time. It was honestly something crazy for me to do, but I would do it again without hesitation. So worth it, just like getting my band.