That's not a witty post title, but frankly I'm not up to thinking of one. I had an insomniac night, and am somewhat zombified this morning (never my favourite time of day, at the best of times). Oddly enough my entire family seemed to feel the same way at breakfast this morning - my sister complained that she thought she had left her brain lying around somewhere - so maybe it's something in the air... which is distinctly damp and chilly. Apparently it's about 14 degrees. I worry about global warming as much as (or more than) the next person, but hey, it's July. It's not meant to be like this.
I have lots of stuff to post about, such as the lovely holiday I had last week, and the 5K I ran just before that. And I will, when I muster up the energy to do it properly. Just not this morning.
This week, however, is going to be Eating Week. I have been half-hearted about this for far too long and it's time to face up to the facts: I am not losing any weight at the moment. I haven't approached the scale since I got back, but given that cake consumption was pretty much a daily occurrence on holiday, I need to get serious whatever it says.
I'm going to go to the gym at lunchtime, which I hope will make me feel more energised.