The day does not start well.
I open my mail from yesterday and see next year’s first quarter bill from my health insurance provider. Because I am no longer working for a company, I buy insurance through an organization I belong to for women in film and television. My premium has jumped almost 20%, and is now over $1,500/month. And, I should be grateful I can even get coverage. The bill so overwhelms me I find myself in tears, and it is only 8 in the morning.
There is a major snowstorm blanketing ¾ of the country, but here in New York we only get rain. Lots and lots of it. How disappointing.
I get to Weight Watchers soaking wet and am worried that the rain will add to my weigh-in.
I’m surprised that so many people have made it to class, considering the dreadful weather. It’s such a spirited and supportive group. I truly enjoy coming each week, and it appears that everyone else does too.
I dry off as best I can, take off my sweater and watch, and get on the scale. Robin, sweet Robin, is bursting with excitement. “One point eight pounds,” she says, “and you get a star for losing over twenty pounds.” She tells me I should be so proud, and truthfully, I am. Twenty pounds in 12 weeks.
The day just got a lot better.
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