A busy day yesterday, starting with breakfast out (Edmund's favourite treat) and a stern workout at the gym with some new routines. Today, everything south of the pelvis is a bit sore and I'm tired all over ... I don't care what they say in the advertisements, 58 is not the new 35; it's still the same old 58 and I don't bounce like I used to.

Weight has stabilized at just above 170, after a month of lower-gut issues that caused extensive inflammation and bloating. Now that everything intestinal is back to normal, a slow and steady decline in weight should soon resume. I hope. But I'm really okay if it doesn't, just so long as I don't get too fat for the Eddie Bauer jeans that I had to buy a month ago.