I'm in the wrong place

I've always had a sneaking suspicion that Florida was not the landscape for me. I can appreciate it for what it is - it has a unique beauty, and I do love the winters...but being here in the mountains of Virginia - I feel at home. I love grass I can roll around in, mountains I can climb, fresh bodies of water without the threat of alligators! I have been hiking every day of my vacation here, whether above or below ground (VA is full of easily accessible caves - and though I haven't moved to official spelunking yet, I would love to - once my body is in a place to fit through those small places!)...and I feel AMAZING. Invigorated, refreshed - the air is so clean and crisp here - I could go on for days. We're getting ready for some more hiking this afternoon, and then swimming later.

It's amazing how healthy I can be when I'm not working. No fast food, no crashing on the couch (other than after a full outdoor day), we've cooked almost every meal - and it feels so good. Somehow I need to take some of this home...somehow...

So the good news is...

Actually is a fewfold –

 

1. I bought a dress on Sunday and it was one size smaller than usual.  Oh, I now really love Target. One down, QUITE a few to go! 
2. I had a bunch of statistics done for a health assessment, and besides the obvious issue (hello, toes oh, where are you?  In my own defense, if I carried more weight away from the boobs I could get a better view), and per my online assessment I’m in excellent health.  Whoo hoo!  Cholesterol good, blood pressure good, glucose levels – all good. So that’s…good.
3. Ikea opened.  I know that has absolutely nothing to do with my health, but it brings me peace of mind.  In part because now Tampa feels a bit more civilized and current, and in part because now I can get gravlax more often (fish is good, fish is good!). 

 

Now their scale actually put me up a few pounds from my last weigh in here, but I also tried to weigh my purse (just for fun) and I couldn’t get it to work – believe you me, it’s freaking heavy.  So for consistency’s sake we’ll stick with my own, and I figure since the new purchase was a size smaller, it’s got to be at least recording a correct ratio, even if not the exact number.

 

If only my feet could get smaller again too…sigh. At least I no longer live where I have to fight the drag queens for the large size shoes.  My new post baby foot size would make it next to impossible.

So five pounds at the end of a month. Honestly, I'm a bit surprised. I didn't shoot out of the gate with the gusto I had planned, so I'm quite pleased actually. It must have been a pole dancing in Dallas. Maybe we could have a class at the Y.

Now let's see what happens if I actually put some effort into this.