Sluggish mornings end up being hectic afternoons and time slips off my desk and crawls along the carpet and escapes out the door. Into the sunlight. Lucky bastard.
The drugs I’m on (Gabapentin and Trazodone) give me such a big hangover in the mornings that my appetite is substantially quelled. That’s a plus.
I showed M and K (my girlfriends at work) my progress pictures and how loosely my skirt is fitting me this morning… their praise and excitement for me is such an awesome thing. All three of us are fitness and health oriented, but I also know that we are using each other as excuses to eat less and less, especially with K. It’s easier to go complain to her about how hungry I am then to eat and then deal with the feelings that come afterwards. She does the same to me. We’re not in full-blown disorder land (and more specifically, we aren’t there because we’re not underweight… yet) but it might be a little disordered. Who cares!! It’s working.
Time is flying.
