No, this is not about traffic.
I seem to be cursed to stay at or above 91.9 kilos.
I bounced back up into solid 92kilo turf, today. Grrr.
I’m so mad at myself and frustrated and tired and, to add insult to injury, my right knee has decided to join my wrists in the Painful Rheumatism Club.
Which means I more or less have to rely on diet alone on the days when it’s painful to move.
Days like this, I keep wondering what happened to that experiment where they turned fat, lazy mice into thin, energetic mice with some chemical cocktail. How soon is that shit coming to a chemist’s near me? How much longer do I have to wait? Has the whole project been blackballed by the diet industry?