And The Pounds Keep Dropping

So I’m down 4 more pounds.  11 total.  This is bad news because I know most of that is muscle weight.  The sad fact is, I haven’t been working out and I haven’t been eating right.  For months. 

I can vaguely remember the feeling of strong muscles, a fit physique, the mental and emotional clarity that comes from a consistent pattern of limit-pushing workouts.

I always used to say that exercise was my therapy.  Dang.  I need some therapy now. 

I’ve got to make a plan…  I see some gym shorts in my future.