climbing

back on the wagon. (In this figure of speech is the wagon restriction or health?)

Well regardless, climbing back into some semblance of order. I made very poor food choices this weekend. I won't go into detail. I'm trying not to bitch and moan about shortcomings that are no one's fault but my own.

But today has been wonderful: busy with small amounts of food. Clean, unprocessed, limited fuel (oat bran, snap peas, blueberries, bagel thin, spinach).

And now I'm going to work-out.

And this is all very boring, but fuck, I'm just in a good mood, and that deserves some sort of acknowledgment.