The competition to be the best me I can me ends on Saturday. Alas! I'm still a work in progress.
I think that the miserable snowy days we had a while back got the best and the worst of me. I don't think I gained any muscle or lost any weight and I'm not willing to go back to the gym to be measured, photoed, and weighed.
My "best" me doesn't really have anything to do with how I tip the scale. If they could measure how often I laugh, the pleasure I get from being with (or even thinking about) those I love, or the joy I feel when dancing, now THAT might tell me if I'm working towards the best I can be.
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