Can we be done with this, now? I’m so sick of winter. I’ll bet you are, too.

I’m supposed to work. I don’t know if it’s worth risking my life for a part time job. There’s a storm warning and it said travel could be extremely dangerous. I may call out.

I went in Thursday, but I don’t think conditions were as severe as they’re projecting for today.

If I do call out, I’m entirely missing my workout for the day, because I won’t go to the gym, either, and just working in the store is a workout. I get thousands of steps there. And I sweat like a maniac, unfortunately.

There is the elliptibike upstairs, though. I’ve used it a couple of times when I’ve gotten stuck like this. It’s slightly awkward. I find it better to use as an elliptical than as a bike.

I broke even on the scale this morning. Exactly the same as yesterday. Bummer. I was hoping for another loss. Oh, well. Maybe tomorrow.

Am I weighing in too often? Probably. But it helps me stay on track. And I don’t think I become too obsessed with the numbers, even if they go up slightly. I know they’ll probably go back down the next day.

I already feel different, even after just 20-something pounds. It’s easier to tie my shoes and put on socks. Slightly easier to get up a flight of stairs. I think I look a little different, too, in the face. And I swear my little belly roll feels smaller.

I can’t stress enough that it wasn’t huge to begin with. My urologist said it wasn’t bad at all, it just looked like a little bit of life happened to me.

I am praying I’m not left with a lot of loose skin. When you lose weight very quickly, at my age, sometimes that is an issue. Skin loses its elasticity over time, and as you age, it doesn’t necessarily snap back into place after significant weight loss.

My surgeon said to hold off doing anything about it for two years. Insurance only covers medically necessary skin removal. So I would have to have rashes, infections, etc. I figured that would be very easy to demonstrate, since I’m always rashy. I have the world’s most sensitive skin.

But so far, I don’t see evidence of excess skin, anyway. It just looks like things are shrinking. It might be too early to tell.

I read a memoir about a woman who had gastric bypass and skin removal, and she said that the skin removal is painful, and the way she describes the recovery process…it sounds disgusting and complicated. You’re reliant on other people to help get you through it.

I like to think I’m immortal and that my skin has superhuman qualities, but let’s face it: I am almost 47. The last time I lost a lot of weight, I think I did have a little bit of excess skin, just on my belly. It wasn’t a big deal, but I’m never going to have that perfect little, flat, 20-year-old tummy again. Not without reconstruction.

By the time I’m ready for reconstructive surgery, I’ll be 50. Am I still going to want a flat tummy at 50? It’s not like I’m going to be wearing belly shirts to work. Those days are over.

I guess it’s all about hassle, at that point. How much hassle am I willing to go through just to have a stunning body that almost no one cares about anyway because I’m a 50-year-old woman?

But I’ll still care. That’s the thing. I don’t look 50. I don’t look 40, according to some people. Why not milk it?

I can’t afford cosmetic surgery, I think that’s the bottom line. But if I saved for it? But I need that money for so many other, more important things!

Anyway, before I start saving money for specific things, I need to be able to just save money. I guess it doesn’t hurt to have a tangible goal to help motivate me to save, though.

I think I’m putting the cart way before the horse right now. I don’t know how I’m going to look in a year. I may look great, and not have to change anything. I’m getting miles ahead of myself.

I do that, get ahead of myself. I worry about the future all the time. I should practice mindfulness, and focus on the present. I think it would alleviate a lot of my stress and anxiety.

When I get like that, instead of rambling on like I have in this post, I should pause, stop myself, and say, “I’m not there, yet. I’ll figure it out when I get there.” I know this. In my heart, in my mind. It’s just a matter of putting what I know into practice.

I’ll bet meditation and yoga would help me a lot.

From snow to yoga, in just 43 easy steps.

Have a serene Sunday, my friends. Stay safe. Stay warm.