Whoa … stop the presses. It’s not every day I find myself at a loss for words.
I can’t think of anything to say this morning because I put it all in this afternoon’s HAWMC (Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge) post. Come back at around 2 p.m. Pacific to read my advice to my 16-year-old self. It’s a doozy.
Yeah, that’s 16-year-old (or 17-year-old) me, from my 1988 yearbook. Hunting up that photo brought back some memories.
Geez — I look so young! I wish someone had told me to forget the perm, though.
The plan for this morning is to wake up early enough to take a long walk AND do bootcamp. I’ll let you know how that goes. Guess it depends on how long I stay up to stroll down memory lane.