And It Feels Good

Now we're talking; warm days, cool nights, blue sky. Western Washington is perfect just enough to keep everyone from moving away. On a day like today everyone is happy. Come back at the end of October and you'll see a who different Washington. A month or two of grey skies and cold drizzle is enough to push people over the edge. And by people, I mean my wife.

Michelle is a So Cal girl, born and raised. Prolonged weather has a way of working on her mood. When we lived in Aberdeen, I had to take her to eastern Washington about ever other week during the summer so she could see the sun. You expect lousy weather on the Washington coast during the winter. Likewise, you look for sunshine in the summer. Looking and finding are two different things in aptly named Greys Harbor.

Of course none of this has anything to do with weight loss. The new has become normal. The two months between making a decision and having surgery seemed like an eternity. It hasn't even been three months since my surgery and it seems like a lifetime ago.

It's funny how quickly the mind grabs onto a new reality.

It's not like the journey is over or I've won the prize. I have a long way to go. On the otherhand, I've seen enough change in a short time to like the direction I'm going. For me, that's a big deal. After years of hiding in the back row, I want to get out and live. When I started, I was after life without limits. I may not be there yet, but I feel the chains a fallin'.

And it feels good.