Clever title here

It has come to my attention that I have, allegedly, not blogged consistently in ages. I have about 37 excuses ready for you. Not the least of which includes a battle for my life this summer for 2 months with some undiagnosed illness.  I mean, not even 3 ER visits, a 4-day hospital stay, and 2 weeks at the MAYO CLINIC could diagnose me. “All of our testing shows your body to be perfectly normal and healthy.” Ah yes, a 24/7 freight train in my head that keeps me from working, lying down, sleeping or eating is the behavior of a body that is PERFECTLY NORMAL). This is when you know it’s time to pick a funeral outfit.

I kid. I never picked an outfit like that–completely. But I did ponder buying new clothes after I started feeling better because voilà! I’d lost 15 pounds. Now, I lose stuff *all* the time. Ask R. I mean, when I lose something, it’s history. But OHHHHHH NO, those 15 pounds just popped back up outta nowhere like a scary guy that keeps scaring people in a scary movie (I don’t watch scary movies, thus the generic example).  And so, reunited with those 15 pounds, I have been. And I’d go ponder how angry that makes me but eating is what I do to drown my emotions.

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