We had the Babe's birthday party and a host of other birthday exploits last weekend. Of course, we ate ourselves into oblivion, but I didn't do as much damage as I thought. Now, TOM is on the way and I'm feeling uber bloated. Oh, well. I'm still on the path and I'm slowly working in activity (walks with the kids, mostly). I hope to be back in full aerobic swing, soon. The basement is almost done. Then, we can take our poor treadmill and eliptical trainer out of dust and mothbolls. They really need a workout themselves.
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