Well, I plan on winning the Powerball and moving to France or Italy.
What?
Yes, I've come a long, long way since January. I think I could probably count the meals I ate that month on both hands. I remember being curled up in the fetal position on the couch sobbing my heart out after I was served the divorce papers as one of my friends stood by helplessly. I haven't whimpered, whined, or cajoled in front of my wife since then.
Even though I know otherwise, I don't think I can feel like I've truly made progress until I get out of my current job and into a better one. After that, who knows what the limit is?
(Boy, the pounds don't come off as easy towards the end as they did at the beginning, eh, PS? Still hovering around 188.)
