Well my Dad passed away on June 6th. I was able to,with the help of many friends, spend the last week of his life with him in Wellington. I ate, I drank, and was, at times, VERY merry. He passed, surrounded by people who loved him and whom he loved in return.
His funeral was a true testimony to him and his diverse range of interests and family. He was a biker, and a till his health failed him LOVED his Harley. He was escorted to the Crematorium by at least 50 Harleys and It was AWESOME to see, hear and feel.
I’ve not weighed myself yet… and don’t think I will for a while, the clothing I took up for the funeral had to be replaced by some new and, unfortunately large,r clothing. I’m done with the guilt.. the recriminations and the bad self talk about “letting Dad down” by eating uncontrollably.
I’ve come down with a sore throat so no gym tomorrow, possibly for the rest of the week. However and Steve’s watching me type this too, NOW is the time to stop. So you… my faithful followers and friends are witness to this, it all STOPS here.
As of tomorrow morning I’m “unpacking” my Challenge kit as if for the first time, I’m back on the challenge and looking forward to the detoxing… yes I said that LOOKING FORWARD to the detoxing. (Shakes head) Yeah, I know it sounds crazy… but if I’m detoxing… I’m doing it right! 
Looking forward to continuing the journey with you .
Bex in larger jeans 
Soon to be smaller Jeans
