Saying Goodbye

This week was an off week. I had so much to do after work every day that I didn't have time for exercise. Why does it feel like every time I have a busy week I end up being tempted by bad foods EVERY. STINKING. DAY? I think there's some kind of conspiracy here...

My weigh in last Saturday was 240 lbs, so that's down one pound from the previous week. Any progress is good, I guess, no matter how small. 

On a different note entirely, yesterday I joined several of my dearest friends in saying goodbye to one of our own, Jessica, who died in a car accident last week leaving behind her four year old daughter. She was two years younger than me. It was the strangest thing attending a funeral for someone so young. After the service concluded we went out for dinner and spent a good time together reminiscing about the past, talking about the present, and thinking about the future. I'm very aware of how badly I'll miss my family when James and I move to San Diego this summer, but until last night I didn't realize just how badly I would miss my friends. These are the people who made me who I am. Our interaction with one another and our exchanges are so comfortable. It's refreshing to see how, even though we're a good many years older that when we all met, we've managed to stay relatively the same. Getting together is like going back in time. Sure, there are marriages and babies and jobs and responsibility and school, but we all still...click...as a group. Colin, Stephanie, Timi, Bridget, Kia, Amanda, Will, Jason, and Chris: if you're reading this, thank you for all the years of love, support, and amazing memories. You have no idea just how much I'll miss you guys. :')