Yeah, haven’t posted in a while. I know. Let’s move on, shall we?

There is lost of stuff I could write about but a lot of it is depressing so I’ll just make this blog about what it is supposed to be about - food and dieting and exercise. I tripped over a curb on Friday morning on the way to the gym and hurt my arm and my right knee. My first thought was fear that I had broken my elbow again (would be the third time!) but it was just a wicked road rash and a bruising of my ego. One of the local weird street kids stopped to make sure I was OK, which was very nice of him, but didn’t make me feel any cooler.

I still made it to the gym, and, after dry swallowing a couple of Tylenol, did do half an hour on the elliptical. I had to skip any weights or anything that involved my right arm since the skin was all skinned off and it hurt like a b*tch. Funny, but when I was kid I could fall and get up and play again after a good cry and all would be well. OK, to be honest when I was a kid I’d fall, break a wrist, cry a lot and end up in the emergency room. I’ve never been the most athletic kid on the planet.

Food has been a disaster lately. My sister’s condition isn’t very good and my new best friend is Mr. Gin and Tonic. I know drinking probably isn’t the correct answer, but when there doesn’t seem to be anything else that can be done… I wonder if I am punishing myself for some perceived failure or trying to find some comfort. I’m not sure. Wow, I didn’t even plan to go there.

Anyway, I think it is time to pull myself together. I can’t control the vagaries of life, but I can at least pack my own lunch and lay off the freakin’ mini chocolates.