Two months in, and twenty pounds down! Haven’t been that low since my dad died four years ago; sadly I’m not in as good shape but eh, I’ll take it. I haven’t had time to exercise or walk properly the last two weeks as the husband and I have been working until 10pm every night on his father’s new tiny house in town. I tend to work in there all afternoon, too. Suppose that’s better than nothing, though. I’m so tired of painting but it looks a hundred times better.
When this is all over and we’re back from Toronto, I’m going to reward myself with a small tattoo for hitting my halfway goal. Have about a month to decide what and where!
Also, gave up on my POS fitbit. Stupid thing has refused to sync since Mother’s Day. Kind of surprised I don’t miss it.
This morning the Measurement Man is coming to do the official dimensions of the kitchen so I can rip this shizz out and start over! The room itself is 115+ years old, but the previous owners of my house didn’t leave much untouched. I’ll be preserving the few bits that are original, but for the most part it’s a renovation free-for-all.