Hey, peeps.
As this has been a week of alcohol, dancing, singing, actual brain use, going beyond my limits and needing to eat to do the smallest of tasks, it's no surprise that I have gained (dun dun dunnnnnn)...
...a whooooole pound this week. In fact, I gained way more midweek, then lost it, so it's all good. I have thrown-up a lot though, so um... shrug. I don't know. I've just slept for 13 hours and have no idea what's going on. Staying up til 5am to (successfully!) prevent a suicide may be a lovely thing to do, but doing so the same week as one of your only real nights out of the year? Ow. This illness is dumb, but my lack of foresight can be dumb, too. I am genuinely surprised to have not gained more this week - it's been hard. Well done, me. Cannot wait to get back to a normal week of work and sleep!
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