Feelin' like a fatty. Ice cream and nachos for dinner, followed by guilt and some half-frozen tuna noodle salad. I need to turn the temp a little higher on the fridge. Met by his handsome face tacked up by a magnet every time I head to nosh-land. No, not done on purpose.
Other than that, life is pretty good. Massive upswing experienced less than a week ago. The cat is now eating the remnants of tuna off of the empty bowl. Will probably be cleaning up puke later. I hope it's on the tile.
Workouts will commence once feet stop swelling.
Drinking continues, although this time it's after 5pm.
Socializing taken a downswing, although I'm much too exhausted and invested in my own success for the moment to care much.
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