Today for the first time in a very long time, I went for a jog.
And I sat down to this blog.
Last year was one of chaos for me.
Last summer, my father went in for a routine surgery that turned into something he's still dealing with today, namely a nightmare. My sisters, my mother and I lived at the various hospitals and nursing homes he meandered into and out of. We didn't know if he'd make it.
Then, in the midst of all this, I came down with what I came down with, namely cancer--but the "best" kind.
Other major life changes happened last year, but I tell you all that to say this: I neglected jogging and blogging for a long time. Way too long.
I confess that I hate jogging, but by forcing myself to do it--however minimally--each week I could eat and drink whatever I wanted, seemingly, and everything balanced out. (Where everything equals the scales, my health, how I felt, etc.)
Back when I blogged regularly, my children were still in school, and each evening the way I unwound was to sit at my desk and spew forth whatever happened to be on my mind. It was my mental exercise.
The past year's events wreaked havoc on my jogging and my blogging, two things I used to force myself to do whether I felt like it or not.
Since returning to work from coping with Hodgkins lymphoma, I now have Mondays off. Today for the first time since
I'm out of shape physically and