The stomach is still not totally happy with me. We had a major spat last night that kept me from going out to do fun stuff with friends. After I relaxed for a while, it got better, but it’s still more than capable of jumping up and giving me a bad time. I am sad about this, but when you’ve got an evil gnome in your belly, he’s going to sometimes get angry and start throwing punches around down there.
I feel fine thus far today, and so the up and down of the health situation continues on, right?
In other news, I’ve gotten back to my most-every-day abdominal work. The first few days, I was sore, but I’m back now, and things are fine. I hope to be able to start doing my more ambitious exercise plan pretty soon, but every time I feel like I’m ready, the stomach goes on the warpath. It’s getting pretty old.