This week I made cheese. This is otherwise not something of particular importance that needs to be reported, however it was one of the longest/oldest things on my todo list, and the fact that I’ve actually done it means that I’ve made a significant dent in all the things on that list. Baby steps in reclaiming my free time, as it were, and I’m starting to feel a little more liberated in that regard.

One week in Austria, visiting my parents.

To others, it’d be an opportunity to see new sights, to enjoy onesself. But to me… well, I guess I’m still enough of a native that I’m not that excited by castles and museums, and am more excited by getting back to the old foods that I used to love as a child. Of course, cheese is horrid for my diet, but for some reason… well, I didn’t gain any weight, I’m still at 199. But when I look at my belly now it’s… WRINKLY! Too much skin for too little volume. Doing some searching I’ve decided that the weight I lost from my waist has been converted into muscle on my legs, mainly due to the three days of skiing I managed to get in. Sadly, after the first day, my dad tore the edge off of a part of his carvers, and his skis were trashed, so I had no real way of skiing until after christmas day.