Two Steps Forward, One Step Back. Or Something.

Well, that was depressing.

Went to the doctor this afternoon. I haven’t been since April, which was shortly after I quit my job. Anyway, I just went in for a weight check to get refills on some meds. After 30 days of no grains, dairy, sugar, booze, and whatever else, I am UP 7.2 pounds. I kind of hate life right now.

There are some mitigating factors– my appointments used to always be in the mornings as opposed to afternoons, etc. Also, I guess I gained quite a bit more in the intervening months than I’d realized, and had to lose all of that. Sigh. Still super bummed though. 

I really, really, REALLY wanted to stop at the Sonic I passed and get a breakfast burrito. I mean, fuck it all. What’s the point? 

And– beware, more whining ahead– it’s not fair. It’s seriously just not fair. Why do I have to work so hard and be so careful for minimal results while there are tiny people out there who consistently litter my social media feeds with pictures of their pizza and ice cream? Waaaahhhh!

Ok, done now. Sorry. I have made progress, and I’m happy about that. I’m happy for my little reprieve tomorrow, too.



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