A weekend in Melbourne and I fell off the wagon a bit - I react to stress and anxiety by eating, and my kids make me very stressed and anxious. It wasn't as bad as the March school holidays (I was reduced to eating butter out of the fridge - imagine, a man standing by an open fridge, reaching in, grabbing something, anything, and shoving it in his mouth. That's me!) but it still wasn't great.
I had a session with Quentin today and so I feel quite studly. No, he's my personal trainer. Don't get too excited. My other news is that my back/butt/hip is pretty much sorted out, so I'll be able to go back to yoga soon. That's naked yoga.
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