It has been without any formal consideration that I have taken a sabbatical of sorts from exercise...since June. It just sort of happened that way. I didn't rejoin the soccer league I was in because I do not want to show up at my wedding with a busted wrist, a black eye, a bruised nose, a fat lip, a limp, a scabby knee, all of which have been injuries I've endured over the past 12 months. But the regular workouts ("regular" being something a subjective term here) have been virtually non-existent. I mean, if pressed I would say to you, "well, I walk kinda fast and I take the stairs when I can" would be all I could offer you at this point.
Having said that, somehow I have been able to find time to sit on my ass and read the e-mails in my Hotmail account. I don't know if spam is getting more advanced these days in trying to get you to open them or what, but I have a spam notes from Emily and Kate (coincidentally both my younger sisters' names) that the subject line reads:
IS YOUR THYROID MAKING YOU FAT?
I mean, I hope that this is spam, otherwise, I have some skinny asses to kick.
UPDATED TO ADD: Today's spam from "Emily" was entitled,
I'LL NEVER FORGET THE DAY MY CHILD CAME HOME WITH LICE.
Thank you, Karma.