Last autumn, I was fit for about three glorious months. I exercised regularly and slept well. It was probably the three best months my body had had for years. That all went downhill when I visited Taiwan and was greeted by a stupendous wealth of culinary delights and lost all motivations for good health. Ever since then, I have just been spiraling out of shape. And we arrive at today. When my hands are sore from scooping ice cream. Moments like this make me wonder if I will ever be healthy again.
In other news, Punty's little sister's dance extravaganza was fabulous. And scandalous, too, because hair and makeup never showed up. Hair and makeup not showing up for a dance recital with half a dozen costume changes.... that's akin to the caterer not showing up for a wedding. Or perhaps the bride. Props to Punty's whole family for their forced smiles and composure and not letting on that they are going to seek vengeance and retributions from the makeup lady to the 6th generation.
What does it say about the Monday I've had if I looked to golf scores online to get me through the day?
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