My spark fizzled out over the weekend, and depression came flooding in. So I floated away and ignored the world for a little, only to come crashing back for today's appointment.
My weight was exactly the same this week. I don't want to talk about it. I just need to work harder. Eat less. Much less. It's embarrassing.
I'm hoping I'll have my weight headed in the right direction before the year's out. There's no need to over-complicate it: I just need to eat less. And so eat less I shall.
Sorry for such a short post. I'm just so very tired, and so very sad.