I hate that I’m doing this. I can’t state that more emphatically. I hate that I’m focusing on my weight. I want to eat more, strength train hard, and work on lowering my body fat percentage and increasing my muscle mass. I don’t want to have to care about the scale.
Obviously, if weight loss is a trigger for you, please do not read this post. Go snuggle your animals or something instead. Day 94 was
TW: Weight loss and dieting First of all, please send all the best of vibes that this sweet silly boy finds his way home soon.
It feels like the Nothing is catching up to me and I’m going to fall into a depressive cycle at any moment. I’m spending my
As expected, yesterday, was pretty low key. My goals weren’t intense and I achieved all of them. I went for a walk around the neighborhood
Wow, did I sleep well last night. I was so tired all day yesterday (Monday, am I right?) that I crashed out at 8:30 and
This is not another piece about how to maintain one’s diet through the holidays. This is a piece about saying fuck it to that nonsense.
Very few of you comment directly on this blog. You will, however, contact me privately with your thoughts. I find this completely understandable; I rarely
When I don’t have a torrent of emotional angst to release I struggle to write. It’s easy to empathize with the great artists and writers
Had drinks with Cookie after work yesterday. Hadn’t seen him in a while and it was a lovely catch up. It was also my first
Planned dinner: taco chili. It was already in the fridge, in a pre-portioned container. I made the chili the other day and it’s delicious. I’d
I know when I’m satiated by my meals. I understand, in the course of eating a meal, when that happens. Yet, I keep eating two
Sometimes feeling full is a nicer feeling than anything else that’s currently an option. My stomach hurts. It hurts because, once again, I’ve eaten too