Now that the foot’s feeling better (still not 100%, but much better, although it’s very sore today), I’ve been spending lots of time in the gym attempting to lose the weight I gained while flat on my back.
Now that I’m officially middle aged, this isn’t as easy as I’d like it to be, especially since I can remember the days when just laying off the martinis would take care of any bulge issues – now, after countless hours of workout, I’m still about the same weight as I was two weeks ago, only now I’m really tired. And sore.
So for the holiday, I won’t be going to any parties – I’ll be at the gym, followed by my annual Independence Day cowering in the house as the neighbors shoot guns into the air. I really wanted to go to Northern California, but disability just doesn’t pay enough for gas, food and lodging. Maybe later in the summer.
The one bright spot is that it’s nectarine season. Nectarines are one of the things that cause me to lose all vestiges of self-control – I don’t mean those hard flavorless things that one purchases at the supermarket, either. I mean the farmer’s market ripe sweet perfect fruit which is only available for a few weeks and, of course, doesn’t taste good when it’s canned or turned into preserves.
I’ve probably eaten 10 pounds of them in the past two weeks. Which, now that I think about it, may be causing some of my gym related problems.
Meh. Nectarine season is short and there will be time enough for self-denial later.
Happy Independence Day, everyone!