Struggled out of bed. Nyquil hungover, I'm sure. Damnable viruses!
I was determined to get back to exercise after the house full of Christmas Joy (three daughters, two sons-in-law, one nearly a son-in-law, and the three bygawd handsomest grandsons God ever created). By the way, Christmas #5 without Sue is still painful. And so it goes.
Rode the Recumbent Back Torture Machine, aka stationary bike, for 24 minutes at 7:30, then stretched. Felt much better mentally and physically. Of course that gave me license to eat peanut butter toast and drink OJ for breakfast.
Very frustrated after rushing to my ortho doc. A great guy, but he was nearly TWO HOURS late. Good thing he rides a Harley.
Sushi for lunch, and two margaritas with chips and cheese dip for supper. It's all about balance.
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