OK, I have no more excuses.
I need to get back to blogging and back to holding myself accountable, now that I'm healthy again and have no excuses.
For those who didn't follow my TALO blog, I had a series of health issues. First an abscessed molar while in Africa. Rambo antibiotics to get me home to the U.S. so I could get it addressed. And a day after getting the bad molar pulled, I had a couple of days of high temps, flu-like symptoms and Montezuma's like you wouldn't believe. The temps and flu-stuff went away, but the explosive "Monte" stayed around — for three weeks, including a long-planned trip to visit my daughter in Barcelona. I went anyway, but it was tough.
Many (negative) tests ensued, included a negative malaria test. My doc said I just had a virus. OK, virus begone — please.
My weight see-sawed during this time down to 193 pounds and back up to 203. I even threw up in some big-time places on my trip, including during turbulence on the way to Barcelona and in a two-Michelin-star restaurant and after eating my first goat ever, which I think was just too rich for my sleeve.
My system finally settled down and I got back to normal at about 199-200. I wasn't complaining.
I was just trying to string together some healthy days, and now I have.
During my sick three weeks, I tried to blog on our travel blog, ToAndFrowe.com, and was informed by my lovely and protective daughter that, "it's not up to your usual writing standards. Don't blog, Mom, until you feel better."
Now I'm back on that horse and riding it. I've started edging down again and was at 197 this morning. And I'm blogging.
OK.
Onward,
Carol
I need to get back to blogging and back to holding myself accountable, now that I'm healthy again and have no excuses.
For those who didn't follow my TALO blog, I had a series of health issues. First an abscessed molar while in Africa. Rambo antibiotics to get me home to the U.S. so I could get it addressed. And a day after getting the bad molar pulled, I had a couple of days of high temps, flu-like symptoms and Montezuma's like you wouldn't believe. The temps and flu-stuff went away, but the explosive "Monte" stayed around — for three weeks, including a long-planned trip to visit my daughter in Barcelona. I went anyway, but it was tough.
Many (negative) tests ensued, included a negative malaria test. My doc said I just had a virus. OK, virus begone — please.
My weight see-sawed during this time down to 193 pounds and back up to 203. I even threw up in some big-time places on my trip, including during turbulence on the way to Barcelona and in a two-Michelin-star restaurant and after eating my first goat ever, which I think was just too rich for my sleeve.
My system finally settled down and I got back to normal at about 199-200. I wasn't complaining.
I was just trying to string together some healthy days, and now I have.
During my sick three weeks, I tried to blog on our travel blog, ToAndFrowe.com, and was informed by my lovely and protective daughter that, "it's not up to your usual writing standards. Don't blog, Mom, until you feel better."
Now I'm back on that horse and riding it. I've started edging down again and was at 197 this morning. And I'm blogging.
OK.
Onward,
Carol
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