It could be worse. In fact, I expected it to be worse. I finally crawled back on the scales this morning, only to be pleasantly surprised. Not as bad as I thought. Given my lack of exercise and lack of being really clean with my eating, the damage was minimal.
Tomorrow is Pebbles' birthday. In honor of that occasion, I am paying the mover's fee. She can hire the moving crew she uses for her work at a really reasonable cost and I jumped all over that. I'd much rather hire that out than do it myself. Totally worth it.
Physical Therapy starts this afternoon. While the orthopedist was optimistic, I am not. But I'll give the exercises a shot. Way to screw up the next six weeks for my life. But on the other hand, this shoulder bugs/hurts the hell out of me.
Goals for April: Exercise of some sort 5 days a week and chart food on fitday.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Things could always be worse.