Weekly Check In – 11/4/2020

Sixty eight weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about: Weight: 234 Blood Sugar: 107 Up half a pound. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Fuck it, I’ll take it. In the last week, damn near all of my intentional behavior has evaporated in the wake of this crazy monstrosity that’s overshadowing everything else. I just...

Gratitude Journal

Three things: I’m grateful for the passive aggressive bullshit exhibited by __________. You’ve taught me that good people can believe totally horrifying things, and that smart people can make objectively stupid choices, and your inability to openly disagree with me has taught me that just because someone loves you doesn’t mean they’re capable of being...

Gratitude Journal

Forgot to do this yesterday and almost forgot today. Quickly before sleep wins, three things: Carne Asada. Yes, really. City of Heroes has literally saved me from 2020’s ugliest shit. A night in with my wife. I’m a lucky man.

Weekly Check In – 10/28/2020

Sixty seven weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about: Weight: 233 Blood Sugar: 104 Definitely happy to maintain where I’m at this last week. The stress (from fucking EVERYTHING) is real. Blood sugar’s holding steady too, so huzzah. About the stress. It’s coming at me in the following forms: This...

Gratitude Journal

Three things: Snoring dogs. Annette’s been going in to work since school started up a couple months ago, which leaves me here at the house with the dogs. There’s something insanely comforting about a beagle who snores louder than bears. It’s become what the world sounds like when everything immediately around me is okay. Heating....