So my mental health took a nosedive and I had to put myself through a whole course of Just William books and cribbing to my mom, but woohoo! I'm back, I’m writing, and I’m still very much a happy hiker, even if I haven’t been hiking lately. The reason is simple - I'm currently in India visiting family, and hiking options are slim around here. At least, they’re slim for folks who can’t drive 100 miles to the outskirts of the big cities. I can’t drive, period, so I content myself with home workouts and the occasional carrots-only meal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m also eating all the fun stuff. Biryani, noodles, paneer, carbonara, kung pao chicken, chocolate cake - issa whole vibe. My family has made several delighted remarks on how much thinner I've become, which is obviously great for my body image and my relationship with self-worth. But I’m eating intuitively (which is a blog post topic on its own), which means I’ll hopefully balloon up less than I usually do after a sojourn in the hometown.