Today (Wednesday) was my friend Jessica's birthday.
Jaye took me under her wing our freshman year of high school when I was new in the district and felt oh-so out of place. We drifted over the years -- college and moves and life can do that, after all. Then came Facebook and it was like we had never lost touch. We rebonded over our sons (hers a couple of years younger than mine and the recipient of hand-me-downs), our memories ("omigosh he was so cute in a bad boy kind of way"), and our attempts at getting healthy.
She passed 2 Julys ago and it's rare that a day goes by when I don't think about her and wish I could kvetch about this that or the other. I'll see something posted from one of the Biggest Loser contestants we both loved and wish that she was there to share it with. I'll eat something ridiculously stupid and wish she was there to say "hey now ... knock that shit off" before it became a repeat behavior.
Well, Jaye ... I'm knocking that shit off.
I reinstalled the MFP app on my phone, weighed in at 224.2 (ugh), reset my macros to aim for 25g or less (hopefully) of carbs each day, tracked and packed my food for work (and actually remembered to pull it out of the fridge before I left the house).
I'm doing this. Again. I'm knocking that shit off ... and hopefully the pounds will follow.