2021 seems to be the place where 2020 stored its momentum while it was having a nervous breakdown. Given the shit show of 2020, I'm pleasantly (and unpleasantly) surprised to see we're actually halfway through March already! When I looked at the calendar this weekend and realized St. Patrick's Day was almost here, I thought back to last year. No, I didn't participate in any green-beer reverie (I hate beer and crowds). COVID was already beginning to shut down the world--though

The decent shape I'd worked into beginning in 2010 carried me through the stress and duress of Ken's illness--all the way up until my LOA last summer when my eating (and drinking) habits took a nose dive. Since I lack the self-discipline to manage this situation on my own, I decided to rejoin the personal training gym I'd belonged to before. I avoided this solution for a long time. I'm guessing because it was hard. And I'm lazy. But also maybe a little fearful of returning to