My cold still is lingering. In my chest, just sitting waiting for... I have no idea what it's waiting for. I wish it would leave. I miss running outside. I ran today, inside on my little circle. I miss the fresh air. I miss the scenery. I'm not going to complain about it. I'm going to do something about it. Whenever I have the chance I'm getting outside. It's up to me to make it happen. It will.

Tomorrow at Weight Watchers I'm handing in my doctor's note. I will start my six week maintenance tomorrow. Am I excited? Yes. I've been working a long, long time. Part of me feels like I'm letting myself off getting a note. The other part of me feel relieved and knows that by January the last 10 pounds will be close to gone.