On the drinking, anyway. I had no alcohol during the past week and much, much less on the weekend. Also, something kind of funny: a prosecco that we had tried and found delightful a few weeks ago tasted ... weird ... to me this weekend. Nothing wrong with it, per se, not like a sparkling wine that didn't get riddled properly and has a musty or moldy taste; no, it just didn't taste as good as I remembered. So, I only had one glass. Props to me!
Went to the gym on Friday before work and spent the rest of the weekend hobbling around like a crippled old woman. Holy shit on FIRE! Too much, too soon! Couldn't go this morning because my thighs still hurt but I'll go on Wednesday. I didn't realize how very, very out of shape I have become! I'll just have to dial it down a notch or ten... No need to keep up with the youngsters. Actually, there is a woman in there who is just a couple of years older than me, and one who is nearly my mother's age ~ they both kicked my ass. Ouch.
Got nothing done on my meditation space. But, I haven't forgotten. I'll get it organized when I can.
A little progress is better than no progress.