I am not exaggerating when I say the last few weeks around here have been crazy. Between the earthquake, the tornados, the tropical storms, and the two floods, we've been in a constant state of waterlogged, slightly-freaked-out disbelief. And that's not taking into account my general end-of-summer state of mind either. Sam is starting Kindergarten. That's a whole new level of stress right there.
Yesterday was supposed to be the first day of school in Scotia, with the Kindergartners having a chance to meet their teacher (their first official day was to be today). But just as we were staring to dry out from Irene, Lee decided to rear his ugly head, and the rivers, which had only just started to return to normal, quickly flooded again. The first day of school was cancelled, and everything was moved back a day.
I hope this is not a metaphor for anything, because after a summer of a lot of backwards progression, I'd like to start moving forward again.
This spring/summer was not a good time to be on a diet, and I've gained back about 10 of the 25 lbs I lost earlier this year. I'm not making excuses for it. I'm not stupid enough to think that shortening my workouts/eating junk food regularly/enjoying myself and not paying attention to portions is the way to maintain my weight. It was a choice I made. I take responsibility for it, and now I'm climbing back on the wagon.
Today I'm starting back on the 17 Day Diet. I'll try to post once a week on my progress.
And with both boys starting back to school on Monday, I intend to start working on my novel in earnest. I'll keep you posted on that, too.