I'm going to head off to read some but thought I would let you guys know I'm fine.
My back is tender but nothing that should send me anywhere medical. (I'm being vague so I don't incur some sort of kick back from the Fates)
At this moment my stomach hurts more than my back and I foresee a tough hour of intestinal distress coming straight for me. Corn chips are not my friend.
So, uh, I've been thinking for a while that it's time for me to lose weight.
How's everyone feeling? I'm the only one wanting to puke?
Geez, talk about anxiety.
The plan is tell no one in *real life* except for Bob cause poor bastard is going to be doing the diet with me. Weight Watchers worked for me before and I'm sure it can work again *fingers crossed* but it's just getting my butt in gear and taking the leap.
I've been making excuses like 'my meds cause weight gain'. They do but, uh, no. I eat stupid.
Then there is my fear of trying and discovering I can't lose weight.
Queue death knell.
Let's not start with the fact that I have a lot of weight to lose. This ain't no twenty pounder we're talking about!
Right. I'm on the cusp of erasing this and pretending I never wrote this. So I'm going to publish with no checking so it's out there. Then maybe I can deal with it.
Yeah. I can - okay, I'm totally stalling.