I am 12# fatter from when I left my 9-5 job. It’s one of the costs associated with leaving an active job for creating a business.
About a month ago, I finally had it. I became determined to get back into my workout routine and stop the madness. Just this week, as May-grey/June-gloom left Orange County we had our first break of 70 degrees, I was quite nervous as I went to the dreaded ‘shorts’ drawer. (I hate the first weeks of wearing shorts, I am self-conscious and feel like a pasty white stuffed sausage.) I held my breath as I pulled shorts up, voíla…button-able. (Insert victory dance).