**Somewhat serious post--will resume sarcasm and irreverence after today.**
So, I've "been away." Not in the literal sense, though I do travel a lot. In the sense that sometime around October of last year, I lost my way in this healthy living thingy. Lost 52 lbs last year, put almost 30 back on, most during the Oct-Dec time frame.
This isn't rocket science. Or brain surgery. Or rocket surgery. Calories in, calories out... (yes, yes, I'm aware of the myriad macro variations). I can blame my business (hectic), travel (constant), some personal drama (we all have it), the list goes ad nauseum.
Truth is, I just lost the motivation. Until it became obvious to me, again, that I wasn't heading in the right direction.
Que sera... I'm back on plan, and have been since Christmas. Doing well, just hesitated to come clean here until I was certain I had my mojo back. New year, new me sort of crap.
I have a small statue of a German mountain climber on my desk given to me by Roy Van Cleave, my graduate professor in Management. Dr. Van Cleave was a retired Marine Colonel, and one of the smartest men I've ever met. He gave me that statue when I told him I was leaving the Air Force, saying I would always have a "mountain to climb."
He was right.
Sometimes big ones, sometimes just mole hills. There's always something big and bodacious staring right at us. Such is life...
Hope all are well.