Well, I’m at 185.4, and the fact that is not more is good news. I went camping for a few days and ate hot dogs both nights, two each night, buns included. And chips, lot’s of chips. Baked beans. A beer and some wine.
It was all delish and was sure I’d be back to 190, but I’ve been good since I got back, and I’m at 185.4.
Definitely, not going to get better unless I crank up the exercise. I can’t seem to bring myself to do it religiously, though, and that’s what I need.
It’s a vicious cycle. Exercise will bring energy, but I don’t have energy to exercise.
I still maybe dying too. wtf happened to me? When did I become such a hypochondriac? I guess once I realized that I was mortal. I’m 47