Weekly Check In – 12/9/2020

Seventy three weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:

  • Weight: 234
  • Blood Sugar: 101

Down a pound. This is an objectively shitty week. It’s the fourth anniversary of my little brother’s suicide, a good friend is dying of Covid or Covid-related causes, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it, including go and visit.

Three things I’m grateful for:

  • “Fuck balls”
  • “Shit balls”
  • “Rumble dumps”

If those don’t make any sense, then you’ve never met my friend and learned what a genuinely funny / weird / glorious person she is.

Fuck this week.

Here, have a graphic: