After last week's trip-up, not all of which can be blamed on illness, I think I'm getting back to what I need. With exercise anyway. Can't say so much for anything else. Except making dinner, which I've done three times this week. That's a record or something. Today's dinner didn't even originally come frozen. All fresh. Made by me. And everyone liked it.

Cooking must be why I'm so darn tired. Couldn't be the hour and twenty minutes on the treadmill. Had to burn off my candy bar.

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