Ok – had I tried anything… even the most meager of efforts… and lost just 1 pound a week from when I started this blog I would be down 156 pounds.
But I didn’t. I did fuck all. No. Mustn’t say that. I laughed and I loved and I cried and I danced and I worked and I cuddled and I did all those wonderful and magical life things
Back in 2018 I really did think death was immient and I started down a path which began to reset my system. I didn’t really lose any weight, but my heart stopped fluttering and I had a bit more energy. Slowly I’ve been adding more meat back into my diet and I’m becoming even more senetary (thanks, Covid) and I can feel myself slipping back to nearly where I was in 2018.
I don’t want to be there again, so I’m hoping this is the year. And I reckon if I make myself accountable to the interwebs I might be more likely to stick with it. Like it’s some work/school project, you know? So even if no one is reading this, I’ll keep reporting here.
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