So I was supposed to make this post last week but I was just too dead to do it. I'm still feeling like shit. Now it's because the painkillers are just messing with me. I wouldn't mind so much if they, you know, killed the pain. I need to get back to doing things though. I'm tired of feeling useless and not doing anything. I never thought I'd ever say that.
Well anyway, it's time to talk about my weight loss. I was worried last week that I would have actually put some weight on. I'd eaten badly, and had tried to mitigate the damage and keep the continuous weight loss streak alive. There's good news and bad news.
Here's hoping I don't fall off that wagon. Or break it with my fat ass.