Went to the fair last night and ate lots of yummy food and fed ameenals and watched people screaming on rides and ignored carnies but secretly watched them out of the corner of my eye and allowed myself to enjoy the time.
Today I am throwing things away since we have this massive dumpster sitting in our driveway. I'm starting out by throwing away clothes, and I'm torn. I used to weigh 50 lbs more, less than two years ago. I gained those 50 between 1997 and 2005, steadily over time for the most part. And now I'm just a little nervous about throwing away 3/4 of my wardrobe, ya know? But I'm doing it anyway. Because, just like with being scared, what's wrong with being a little nervous? :)