But man, is it hard to do.  My day starts early - usually, between 5 and 6 in the morning - but for some reason, I just can't seem to get myself into the habit of eating breakfast.  I was away for two weeks, and I was eating; now that I'm home, I've stopped the breakfast thing.  And the irony is that eating breakfast will actually help you peel off the layers!

But, all is not lost.  With the arrival (finally! ) of warm summer weather, I can give myself a bit of an appetite kick-start by getting busy on some of the home reno projects I've been keeping on the back burner.  Things like getting my kitchen shelves put in, refinishing an antique dresser, cleaning up the basement to make it livable again, and getting my little office looking like I want it to are all things that will not only keep me active, but they'll also demand that I eat in the mornings. If I don't eat, I'll just keel right over, and right now, I still have enough layers on me to make me bounce when I hit the floor.

Everyone keeps telling me, "Ya gotta eat, girl!" and I know they're right. And I just can't figure out why, after two weeks of making sure I had breakfast, I'm not continuing that here at home.    Maybe it's because I was on the go from the time I got up to the time I collapsed in bed, but I'm now in recovery and not doing anything.  I don't know.  The same thing seems to be happening with my water intake, too - while I was away, I was drinking water like it was going out of style; now that I'm home, I've dropped way back to less than 2 L a day.  Not good... Not good at all...

Well, I'm sure I'll get myself straightened out.  I just have to get back into the swing of things, is all.  I wonder if there's a way to trick myself so that I can pick up the routine I just finished with...

Have a great day and a great weekend, everyone, and thanks for dropping by!