It’s a big, big day

First things first: Check out my odometer. I rolled past my 200th mile on the treadmill this morning.

Yay!

Second, I GOT MY RINGS OFF!

This is big for me. Huge.

I haven’t been able to get my rings off for several years now.

Last night after coming in from mowing, I was sitting on the couch, subconsciously wiggling the rings on my fingers as I have done so often over the years.

Then it dawned on me that they were going farther than usual. Up near the knuckle.

It took some maneuvering, but by golly, they came off.

I texted my mom.

“I got my rings off!”

“Why couldn’t you get them off before?”

Uh, “because I gained 140 pounds.”

“Oh.”

Good talk, Mom.

Truth is, back when my weight was creeping up, instead of making the decision to lose weight, I simply decided I was going to keep my rings on.

I’d rather have them stuck on than off, I reasoned.

But last night, they came off. And they’re gonna stay off for a little while.

They’re in serious need of cleaning, as you can imagine, and my engagement ring needs repair. I bent one of the prongs a few years ago and honestly wondered if I’d ever get it off my finger again to be fixed.

Plus, my fingers need to recuperate a little from these indentations.

It’s a huge motivation, right when I needed it.

Have a great day, folks.