I’m sort of manic after a poor night’s sleep (3.5 hours tops). Woke up a little after 4:00 this morning, read some stuff online, wrote a couple of emails, and decided it’d be a good day to reinstate my gym habit. I haven’t gotten any noteworthy exercise in over a month. I was in California at the beginning of February, and I did get on the treadmill at my hotel that week, but in the airport on my way home in anticipation of a long flight, I was stretching my legs pretty vigorously and managed to strain a muscle. That bothered me for a couple of weeks, during which interval I got pretty well used to sleeping in until 8:30 or 9:00 (and sometimes later). So the last couple of weeks, I’ve just been too lazy to drag myself out of bed at 6:00 in the morning. Today was a good opportunity to get back in the swing of things.

Remarkably enough, in spite of having guzzled lots of empty soft drink calories and eaten lots of cheesy and otherwise fatty foods, paying less attention to portion size than previously, I’m down to my lowest weight in a solid 10 years. I was surprised the Friday before last to weigh in at 188 at my doctor’s office (which usually, probably thanks to clothing, puts me at 2 pounds heavier than the gym scale) and even more surprised to register 180 this morning. That’s a cumulative loss in the last six months of 60 pounds with really very little effort.

I mention it not because I think anybody who reads this is particularly interested but because the blog is not only my occasional mouthpiece (to all three of you) but also a chronicle for my future reference of how my life’s been going. Sorry to have bothered you with this (if you happen not to be me reading back in a few years to try to remember how I lost all that weight).