And it's driving me bonkers. If prostitution was legal, I'd turn a trick to get the money to fix my damn computer.
Okay, not really, but I'm super irritated.
I was doing well on the eating front until I stupidly got on the scale last week. I ought to know better. No matter if the number is good or bad, it sends me into a spin. I thought I was prepared for it, but I obviously wasn't. If it's bad, I get depressed and eat. If it's good, I feel pressure to continue and I get depressed and eat. Gah.
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