It is cold enough that I have started wearing a blanket around my shoulders, poncho-style, every morning while I eat my cereal and drink my coffee. I just realized that if I threw on a cowboy hat and sat in front of a campfire, I could be a legit cowboy. Then I could say “Howdy, Ma’am” and also maybe own a horse.

I think I just found my ticket to horse ownership. Oh my goodness.

I sure hope my husband reads this, because I don’t know if I’ll ever be this brilliant again. Glad I got it down in writing.

November 27, 2018. That’s the last time I weighed myself. Since then, I’ve started working way more hours, dealt with a (now gone) nasty coworker, had Christmas, my Dad’s birthday, and a new year, all without my Mom, and several other delightful fun good times.

All without counting calories.

I was going to weigh on New Year’s Day, but I figured I should wait until a few more days had passed. You know, cut myself some slack. So, two weeks have passed, and this morning, I went for it.  Didn’t prepare myself, just made the call as I was walking past the closet where the scale lives.

And guess what? I didn’t gain any weight. None.

Didn’t lose any, either, but still. To not gain over the holidays while not counting calories is a tiny miracle. For serious.

So that’s my day. Score one for being healthy instead of trying to be thinner. Yeeeaaaaahhhh.

I got brave yesterday. Me. Brave. I know, I know, it’s shocking. True, though.

I was at my dad’s house, lulled into a false sense of security by The Napping Couch (for reals, that thing just makes you feel so nice and cozy and sleepy...it’s almost impossible to stay awake while sitting on it), when I had a brilliant thought. I thought, “Hey! I need to ask for a raise!” You know, since I’ve taken on a whole other person’s work and trained a new person and all.

And the couch whispered, “Do it. Email your boss right now.”

Okay, that part didn’t really happen, but I kind of feel like my sleepiness must’ve had something to do with it, because I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask for like two weeks but failing miserably and feeling like it just wouldn’t be worth it. So I wrote an email, saying what I wanted and why and then, before I knew what the hell had gotten into me (because, seriously, I never do stuff like that), I sent it.

Not five minutes later, I got the reply I was dreading. “Come see me in my office tomorrow when you come in.”

Ugh. So I had to freak out about it all day and night and THEN he was on the phone all morning and didn’t say anything about it so I thought maybe I’d have to get brave again and, well, that just wasn’t going to happen. And then they all went to lunch.

And then, shortly after lunch, I was in my boss’ office getting some checks signed, and he said, “Oh, and we’ll raise your pay to what you asked for on the first, if that’s okay.” All nonchalant and whatnot. So I said, “Sure,” walked out, and tried not to smile too much. And hoped no one else would notice the fact that my entire head and neck were bright red because I am definitely a blusher.

See? It worked out! And I was brave! Yay!

That’s all. Go me, though!