Touching base...

I'm not sure anyone reads this but I'm posting anyway. It's a good way of keeping track of milestones.

My Brother died at the end of February. I was there the day before, but I'm not sure how much he actually knew while I was there. I believe there was one brief moment when he saw me. Perhaps in his twilight he knew I was there.

I came home, heavy hearted, and found the youngest of our cats died while we were away.

I lost it a bit and had a hard time finding the way out. I was mad, like all the time mad. The guy I'm working with is a great listener and he knows how to challenge me. I found my out, and discovered a way of dealing with all sorts of crap I'd been putting off addressing for the past decade or so.

I'm now in a size 38 pant. I still have my 44's on hand, and even wear them once in a while to remind myself not to give in and down a box or two of Ding-Dong's or Cherry Cheese danishes. I'm more than likely down 100 pounds in two years. I don't know for sure as I refuse to own a scale. I need another few pant sizes to go down before I completely celebrate, but I've learned to relish in the short term goals instead of just dismissing them out-of-hand.

I've had a lot of loss, but it helped me gain much, much more. I'm very fortunate, and happy overall.

But isn;t that how the hero is supposed to turn out in the best stories? :D