Down Will Come Baby...

... cradle and all!

I haven't written here all month because I've been suffering. All things came to a halt and all the bad things have crept in and taken residence. I won't get too much into it all since I'm sure it would sound like a broken record of excuses... and I really don't want to be about excuses. But I have fallen into a little negative pit and have been dragged over to the Fat side of the title's equation. Ugh... fat.

I finally got to run this morning... in the snow. I only did my 2 mile route, but trudging through the snow covered sidewalks was a bit tougher to grind through than dry pavement. I was out of breath through most of the run and depleted by the time I returned home... then I had to shovel the drive and sidewalk.

That's alright. After finishing all that up, I weighed back in at 169lbs. I was creeping up to 175lbs. and I was getting a bit concerned. Unfortunately though, I've been so wacked out, we went shopping and then hit the King Buffet on the way home. I don't think I ate a lot, though I was very stuffed (and still am). I have noticed that I am thirsty, thirsty, thirsty. I'm sure that is all a result of the salt-saturated food on the buffet. I'll chalk up the extra weight tomorrow morning to water weight.

One step at a time....