Actually, I ended up running late to work the next day so … a little regret.
Sometimes I forget that my body reacts differently to things at 210 pounds than it did at 310 pounds.
These are the quick, daily comics I am doing to capture life as it happens.
Actually, I ended up running late to work the next day so … a little regret.
Sometimes I forget that my body reacts differently to things at 210 pounds than it did at 310 pounds.
I am occasionally confronted by the idea that the only reason that anyone even knows how I used to be is because I tell them. Maybe I should be focusing on enjoying who I am now instead of being so obsessed with proving how much I’ve changed?
On the one hand, this feels like an epiphany and on the other it seems like common sense.
Even I need to sit still once in a while.
I’ll just be over here in the corner, being completely unable to play it cool.
Yes. That is me playing the character of “The Only One Laughing. Loudly.”
It’s a favorite character of mine.
Especially during dark comedies that spend the first 2/3 of the running time simply making the audience increasingly uncomfortable.
Jesse Miller: Drive-by Therapist.
It is so easy for the brain to focus on what you do not have rather than what you do.
Especially when it’s addled by fevers the likes of which I can’t remember having since I was a kid and some pretty serious medication once I finally went to a real doctor (thanks for nothing, Zoom Care!).
You’re allowed to resist the urge to make jokes here. Really, I promise.
This dream became strangely prophetic as it turns out that whatever illness I may have originally had, this particular set of problems was caused by an abscess.
Am I in tune with my body or have dream, reality, and my work mingled somehow? Does it matter?