Three years ago today, my mom passed away.
Two years ago next week, I had my lap band surgery.
One year ago, I was struggling with a weight loss plateau.
Today, I'm still plateaued, but I went to the gym and had my ass kicked by one of the personal trainers who taught a cardio toning class instead of zumba. I got a hug from a gust of wind that slammed my car door shut, and reminded me that my mom is always with me. I had a milkshake and onion rings for dinner, because that was one of my mom's favorite meals.
I had a pretty good day today.