I am 67 years old, and I can count on one hand the number of times I've received flowers in my life. Wow. This was special...
|Rhonda took this picture of me, crying, as I opened the card...|
|The flowers were from my sisters...|
|I WAS SO SURPRISED!!|
|I took a picture of them each day.|
|I felt stronger every day...and I knew the flowers were happy for me...|
|I picked out the most beautiful yellow rose...and took it with me every morning.|
|It went with me everywhere I went.|
|The whole week was about GIFTS...|
|On this day, I worked up a real sweat...but my sisters were with me ALL THE WAY...|
|It was with me, doing my jigsaw puzzle...|
|Because I couldn't take the whole bouquet home with me on the plane -- I gifted the flowers to my wonderful massage therapist, Emily..!!|
So, in the interest of being ACCOUNTABLE -- I am going to make my Monday post about this "push-the-reset-button" health/fitness journey....only because Monday is the only day I get on the scale....and the number this morning was.....drumroll....
|279.6 pounds. Wow. I moved through the 280's pretty quickly...but this feels pretty good!!|