Actually, that's a dreadful excuse. Plenty of people successfully completed NaNoWriMo with upwards of 50,000 words and I'm sure some of them have busier lives than I do. But after about 13,000 words on idea 1, which I scrapped 1.5 weeks in, and 15,000 words on idea 2, I sort of ... quit.
And I'm okay with that. I wrote nearly 30,000 words in half a month. Had I kept writing, I'd have made 50K. I own my quitter-hood wholeheartedly and will probably try again next year.
The tail end of the month has been quite enjoyable. My sisters and brother in law were here for Thanksgiving, and I had most of the week off to hang with them. Things are going relatively well at work and in other areas as well, and I really can't complain about anything. My Christmas shopping is about half done due to a quick trip on Black Friday and another on Sunday. I'm learning to make earrings, thinking about going back to school, and getting ready to drag my rear end back to the gym now that Zumba has ended.
And, in some pretty damn exciting news, I got on the scale today and saw a number I haven't seen since I was 22 and getting ready to get married.
After I got married, things really never ... what's the word. Worked. Gelled. I look at my sister and her new husband and the difference is just so clear. They work. They bring out the good parts in each other, not the less than ideal parts. That never happened with my ex-husband and me. Nothing against him as a person (or me as a person, though I'm certainly not perfect), but it just never worked. And due to my unhappiness and stress over what was happening in my life, I didn't exercise enough and I ate too much comfort food. Great. Really great.
NOT.
Anyway, it's taken about 2 years, and a lot of that was stalled-out weight loss plateau time, but I'm back to that point. My ultimate goal? I want to weigh what my driver's license says I weigh. It's what I weighed as a freshman in college. Definitely doable - but definitely towards the lower end of my ideal weight range, so I won't panic if I don't quite get there. I know how much worse it can be. And I know most women say this at some point in there life, but ... I can't believe I thought I was fat back then.
Good grief, younger Jacki. I have so much I wish I could tell you.
Okay. Random month's-end blog post of doom is over now.
Oh, except for this. How cute is this necklace!
