I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Since I stopped running, after I broke my foot I’ve been over weight.

And for twenty years I’ve struggled with this fact.

On January 1, 2023 I told myself to say fuck it.

I’m too old to worry about it.

And so I said fuck it.

And a week ago, after my knee doctor appointment, I stepped on the scale and I was down 35 pounds.

And it happened without trying.

It’s really just stress.

Today I was asked at work what I wanted to eat.

I told them to surprise me.

I got a salad with grilled shrimp.

It was fucking delicious.

I took three bites.

2.5 hours later I realized that’s all I’d eaten.

Shrimp after 2.5 hours. No thanks.

I forget to eat.

Tonight I got home and there was no bread. I had pictured a peanut butter sandwich all the way home.

Actually I was going to go to Burger King but they were closed after some police event.

But I get home and there was no bread.

I was had for about 6 minutes till I reminded myself I was tired. Not mad.

My vegetable soup was delicious.

Meanwhile.

Not eating because if stress is not great.

But the side effects are.