I’m not sure if it was just being sick, or the heat, but I wasn’t all that hungry lately. It was nice not having to work real hard at losing some more weight. But, alas, it’s less than a week after our almost 100°F day and it was only 58°F today. Quite a drop in the temperature, and I’m back to craving fried chicken. Ah, well, no one said this would be easy.

My back is feeling a lot better, and maybe the osteopath can tell me something tomorrow. I’m not really expecting all that much (except for him to tell me to keep coming back for more visits) but whatever I can do to get me back on my regular scheduled lameness is good. Especially since all the TV shows are re-runs now. It was nice taking a break from the gym so I could watch all the season finales, but geez, someone died in almost every show I saw. Heck, someone could have died in, “How I Met Your Mother.” What’s up with that?