Will I even know how to talk about myself now? Will I even know how to say anything personal anymore? There’s an odd hesitation.
After having like zero sleep last night for no obvious reason, I was grumpy today. But I’m okay with this. Every now and then, you have to just take your sour personality for what it I bought boots. I have clothes to sort. Took a long walk. I have eaten low-carb since January 1st. I have no idea what my weight is but I think it is in some way reduced. I feel in certain areas less blobby. I don’t feel like there is clear progress. But I have stuck to my guns. I’m thinking of this as a whole year-situation. Of continual progress. Of not hanging up on the things that hung me up before.
I did make my decision on how I want my birthday to go. I have a list of twelve restaurants. That way, there’s no real need to fixate on the possibility of any one particular restaurant’s menu. We’ll pick one, go, I’ll eat what I want. The meal is over and the deal is on until February. Then, at some point, I get to draw. We’ll go, have one meal, I’ll eat what I want, and then we’re low-carbing again. I have no idea if this will work. This is what I’m doing.
Sleep, water, low-carb, movement. Doing and thinking about it.
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