It has been almost five months and roughly 20 lbs since I lost my old job. After three months of wandering I’ve gained a career and an on again off again boyfriend (currently on if you’re keeping track).
He leaves for the warmer climes of Ontario for the rest of the summer in a few days, and frankly, i’m looking forward to the time I’ll have to myself as a result.
I fell in love with a pair of jeans this week, but I’m getting serious love handle action in my size, and I refuse to go up one after going down two so I’m on a hardcore 5+ days a week running and yoga kick to she those last few pesky pounds.
I might stop in to Vancouver for a quick two-day vacation next week if everything goes according to plan, but I’m not itching to get away in the same way I was earlier this summer, so it’s still technically up in the air.
This summer marks my three year anniversary of somehing I really wish I didn’t have to celebrate, but it’s getting better. I think about it less and less everyday, and I’m finally comfortable with the way that it has shaped me — both mentally and physically — I don’t even resemble the person I was three summers ago.