The ten pounds I put on between Mother's Day and Father's Day has finally started to move off. I'm actually down two whole pounds (sarcasm). I'm facing the uncomfortable truth that weight loss becomes an even slower process in middle age. But at the age of 45, I have realized that no matter how old I am, I am the youngest I'll ever be again, so I'm starting a new habit of looking in the mirror and saying, I look great! I'm never going to be this young again! In ten years, or even five, I'll look at photos of me now and think, 'I looked great! I should have appreciated it more.'
It's a good habit that I recommend to everyone. Of course, it's possible that everyone already does this and I've caught on later in life, but that's usually how it goes with me. (Don't know what's going on with the font size here).