Yes, it's been a while. Okay, a long time. I get it. Let's not dwell on it.

No real time to write anything exciting, but since I want to take a story-writing break, I figured I would dip back into my blogular life. Onto the most important (okay, more like superficial) lesson I've unintentionally learned during the last month:

** extreme stress is the world's easiest diet **

It may not prove lasting, as even now, as I slowly creep out of what I'm lovingly starting to call a "funk," my appetite is crawling back. But in the last month, tossed between fright, depression and nervousness, I've lost enough weight to necessitate buying new pants, and have somehow whittled down to a size 6, all without trying.

Good thing I still have a follow-up doctor's appointment next week to try to keep this weight off. (Ho! See, the inappropriate humor's coming back, folks.)

Most health experts and, well, my mother, would say this isn't all that good for me. But, ya know, if I'm not going to feel great, I might as well look good. Ain't that the American way, after all?

Editor's Note: CK does not endorse the presence of health or love problems as solutions to being overweight. Thank you.