Life, Death, Anxiety (Anxiety, Anxiety, Anxiety…)

I really needed a break. I’m reading over my last post (from the end of last year), and I’m talking about wishing the years would stop having body counts, the fact that I hadn’t weighed myself in a few weeks, and my inexplicable new lust for chocolate. Even shit chocolate. I was also beating myself...

Weekly Check In – 12/29/2021

Two and a half years out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about: ??? Some changes need to happen. I’m not counting the weeks out from surgery any more because fuck math, and because even if this was a baby – as opposed to my life – we’d have stopped counting the...

Weekly Check In – 12/1/2021

One hundred and twenty four weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about: Weight: 242 Up a pound. I’ve been getting by on a whole lot of “fuck it” lately. It’s not ideal, but I’m getting by, so fuck it. I’m a lot better than I was the last time I...

Weekly Check In – 11/17/2021

One hundred and twenty two weeks out from surgery, and this week I don’t particularly care what my weight is. This might get a little long, we’ll see. I’m writing this on Thursday the 11th Friday the 12th Saturday you know what, it took several fucking days to write this. It hasn’t been a great...

Weekly Check In – 11/3/2021

One hundred and twenty weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about: Weight: 241 Down 0.2 pounds. Has it really been two weeks since I last posted? Yes. Again? Yes. Why? Because shut up. That was mature. There’s a lot going on, as always. My niece just got married on Halloween....

Weekly Check In – 10/20/2021

One hundred and eighteen weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about: Weight: 242 Up a pound, and the back and forth continues, but I’m honestly having a hard time giving a shit. Which shouldn’t be mistaken for depression or indifference, I’m just super busy and happy to be maintaining, even...