weight loss
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Queen of Wistful Nightmares
Still scrambling. Still confused. I’m about to drag myself downstairs to take my medication. Unfortunately, I need drugs to stay alive. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t touch any of this stuff. I’m going to avoid realityTV. After watching “Little Women: NY,” I found myself screaming at the people on the screen. Size does not dictate Continue reading
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More
I feel a lot less sick now. Yesterday evening/night, I felt as if I was going to pass out… for hours. What I did to help myself was fairly simple. Well… not quite. When it involves me, nothing is ever that simple. Nothing is ever too easy. There are no shortcuts when I’m dealing with Continue reading
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The Blahs
I just realized that I have a lot of material on backlog for my podcast. Oops. I wasn’t able to get out and do either walk. However, somehow, I still managed to wobble my way through a mile today. I take that as a success then? My right thigh was being a jerk (muscle fatigued Continue reading
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Aftermath
Sometimes I hate calculators. I slept so hard that I was in bed nearly 10 hours. If my friend hadn’t called me on the landline, I would have been asleep from Midnight to Noon. The rest of the week is beginning to look just a little brighter. My new watch arrives tomorrow and I can Continue reading
Hey, Miss J! 