WHAM

That was the sound of my mid-August allergies hitting me. My exercising may be curtailed somewhat while I lay in bed with horrible sinus headaches, wishing for sweet, sweet death.

14 months later...

I wasn't away. Honest. I just had a really, really long nap.

Oh, who am I kidding? I was away. Away gaining weight. Away not being active. This last year's been a pretty hard one to just get through -- I probably had clinical depression, although I never went to see anyone about it. To be honest, I probably still have it, but I'm working my way through it. It's like trying to make your way through a very thick fog. You have no idea which way you're going for a while, but eventually (if you're lucky), the sun burns it off and you can see your way again.

I put on a total of nine pounds in the last fourteen months, so it wasn't a complete disaster. 95 pounds is still doable. I'll try starting with 5 pounds by the end of August, though, especially since I'll be travelling for a week starting Sunday.