To summarize where I've been since August: Back injuries stink. And that's enough about that.
Since I have had no exercise option available to me for more than a month now, I've had plenty of time to wallow and worry.
And I've had so much time to wallow and worry that I've resorted to giving myself a good talking to. There are some things I can't do. So?
I can do my phsyical therapy exercises. (I used to work to make my trainer proud; now I'm working to make my physical therapist proud.)
And I can concentrate on healthy eating. (So many blogs, so many cookbooks, so many friends with great recipes)
Time to start concentrating on doing what I can, rather than lamenting what I can't. (Is that optimism I hear?)
Time to become reacquainted with my kitchen. (It's on the other side of the dining room.)
Here we go!
