Losing a part of me

I do not know if today is the coldest day of the year or not, but when I woke up the weather app on my phone read -18°C but feels like -30°C. It is not the coldest I have lived through, but it has been a while. Occasionally people ask me why I want to move to Texas and I tell them that I need to live with my wife, and that is the absolute beginning and the end of it. With that said, on mornings like these (when Princess Sophie walks around the building and then says ‘Dad, pick me up… you can put me down near the front door so that I can poop, but there’s no way I am walking anymore than I have to in this) I am looking forward to living 1400 miles south of here. Yes, it is still very cold down in Dallas (-5°C) but still much warmer than here.

I was truly angry at my bathroom scale this morning. I did not eat badly yesterday, and yet my weight was still up most of a pound. Argh! At least I slept better; my sleep score was 82, even though I seem to recall waking up several times and thinking that there was no way my sleep would be good. I am glad that I was able to get back to sleep each time.

It is a new day, and I am going to try to get through it with a positive attitude. I am not sure how that will go.

Have a great day.