This page of the comic put terror in the hearts of comic book readers. Ragged nerves in Toronto.
Mutant Diet Phase 10 Day 72
Legs. Last night by the time I had jockeyed myself, my bicycle and my ailing car to the dealership, my hamstrings were fried and the quads toast.
I noticed, when documenting that my calorie count, that it has been sneaking above the 2000 limit more frequently. I have a weigh-in today and I’m going to have to pay attention to the numbers because I’m feeling increasingly odd. If I don’t connect metrics to reality it will feed the negative voices. There has to be a way to take this process to a set of observations that inform but don’t judge.
Of course there’s free coffee and muffins in the meeting room. D’oh!
