I still have one more Suicide Squad image after this retro one. Progress made in Smithers.
Mutant Diet Phase 12 Day 50
I ate like a fucking idiot on the weekend.
In better news, yoga class didn’t make me cry last night, but I’m sore today.
This whole process is baffling. You aren’t supposed to be mean to yourself when you eat things that you know doesn’t take you to your goal. I guess the point is to be sufficiently unstressed so that you aren’t, uh, stress eating.
It’s that simple to understand and equally difficult to achieve.
But I saw a picture of myself from when my first child was a baby. I was jowl-y.
I promised myself to try to take this day gently and slowly. Of course, the youngest is sick at home. Sigh.