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I THOUGHT I would be back on the treadmill by Saturday but ... life took over. Again. Today is the first day my back is able to handle working out. I was messed up, people. It almost caused me to have sympathy for Paula Abdul. Almost. Cuz, you know ... she has all those back problems and takes medication to deal with the pain and that's why she acts loopy sometimes. Right? That's what I heard. That and the insanity. I almost had sympathy. And I DEFINITELY wanted drugs.

In the meantime, the Monavie plan is going along swimmingly for me. Matt had some stomach pain issues which we are assuming were and are gastronomical gastrointestinal. See what I did there? He had to do a different plan. He has to do only one ounce of the stuff a day for a week and then two and on like that until he's doing the full on four ounces a day thing. March is when I will know whether or not I can fully recommend the stuff cuz that's when we are gonna go get our blood work ups. Be patient. Or go ahead and try it without my full endorsement. I'm not your care giver. Right?

The no drinking thing is still in effect. So far so good. I mean, so far we are sticking to the plan of not drinking booze until Valentines day. That's the good part. Other than that, it's not so great. I sure could have used some booze on Sunday after my therapy. But I hung in there. I could use some booze right this minute. I can ALWAYS use and enjoy some booze. But I'm honoring and sticking to the plan. Not drinking booze makes me want cookies. I've had some cookies. I'm not proud of it but in the spirit of full disclosure, I've had some cookies. I'm not suggesting cookies are evil or a cruel thing ... for everyone. For me they kinda are. For me they are Beelzebub's ninja stars. My metabolism just can't handle cookies. Or most things, it seems. No, I'm NOT feeling sorry for myself. I'm just owning that if I eat cookies (or most things) it will appear on the scale. Okay, I know it SOUNDS like I'm feeling sorry for myself but really, I'm just a little tired from all the pain and what not.

Speaking of cookies, I have to go to the store to get white chocolate for the low-cal cookies I wanna make for my friend. I'll have to eat one to make sure they are gift worthy. I'll fall on that sword. THEY ARE LOW-CAL, for the love of Mike. Stop nagging.