RC with FB for dinner last night. All I can say is, nothing changes unless something changes.
Well, 1384 is a change. In the WRONG direction.
OK so I'm coming back to edit and add.
I had my first VUMC PCP appt today, hence the weight. I was certain it would be 140+. I'm "thankful"?
I can find every excuse to NOT make the change. The moon phase. An anniversary. If I'm into annis and phases - this week has a new supermoon and all the Balrog (TODAY 6 years)/BLE, etc annis.
I'm back to walking every morning on the ankle, ready to run? It's been damned near if not a month.
M1 and M2 at work are great. M3 and weekends are horrid. It's being home that does it. Bored. Anxious.
A podcast about this last weekend suggested that living in the future (which I do, always looking to what I have to do or can eat next) is part of the food noise.
Be where your feet are, was the advice.
My feet often in Moria :(
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