Workouts: don’t even ask. Actually, that’s not true. There have been some token workouts, but all-in-all, it’s been quite pathetic really.
The birthday season will officially end tomorrow with a last dinner with some business associates. My enjoyment of the festivities has definitely reached a saturation point.
I need life to get back to normal. Quiet-normal. Boring-normal. Most of all, thin-normal.
This summer of socializing has re-introduced a few pounds to my backside. A new weight loss project is underway, with a focus on healthy eating, moving more, and a little more accountability. I’ll blog about that within a few days, hopefully.
As for a backlog of words, not only have the frequency of my posts been suffering, my reading time has been severely diminished.
I have literary constipation, if you will.
Here’s the line-up of the books on my nightstand:
1. Chi Running. I haven’t even cracked it open yet.
A gift from Older Sis.
3. The Glass Castle. Another present from Older Sis. Canadian author.
6. This neat gift has also not even been opened, although it’s been sitting on the coffee table for 3 weeks.
I’ve been wanting this for ages!
These don’t even include the cheesy cowboy-romance book that Junior Finance Guy (and his wife) included in my little cadeau. You can bet that I’ll be enjoying that one sometime very soon, especially the steamy parts where the cowboy hero takes off those chaps. Oh my……..
I may get in a little reading time tonight. 🙂