Blecch. This week was rough. I gained.
But I’m not surprised. I’m on my rag, I’ve been in a lot of pain, & I’ve been barely moving. My sleep schedule is still fucked up. I’m sure I would drop all of this bloated weight once my period is done & I get a good night’s rest.
I can feel my mental well-being slowly falling. This is all discouraging. I know how to fix it. I know I’ll get through this & feel better. But until then, I feel like an exhausted failure.
I’m really glad I’m going on vacation in a few days. I think I’ll spend just one day sleeping in as late as I want. Maybe then I’ll feel a little more human & a little less like a zombie.