I have no appetite whatsoever, and it's so hard to force fuel into my body right now. I feel so listless and don't want to move. I slept for 11 hours last night, and still don't feel like it's enough.
Mind you, at times like these I couldn't be more grateful for working from home. I rolled outta bed and into my office at 10am. I can take breaks and go make tea. Or just sit and cry over my nose being so chapped. And I don't have to drive anywhere while I'm hopped up on cold medication.
If you have issues, or baggage, you may be offended by what you read here. I work through my self loathing of my own fat, and my own fat issues, and I’m told this comes across as loathing all fat people. That is simply not the case.
Here I talk about my issues and my findings, without political correctness. I am not concerned with your issues, or your baggage, or what you may take from this. The title is "My Journey".
This blog is not meant to inspire anyone. I take no responsibility for what you take away from here. You are here as a guest into my inner thoughts.