I am picking the Defenders today. We need them. Of democracy. Of Climate. Of Indigenous rights in near Burns Lake in Northern BC.
Mutant Diet Phase 12 Day 26
Today is officially a cake day because it’s my wife’s birthday.
In the meantime, I am waiting for the insurance nurse to come over to weigh me and take some blood. Then I wait for the insurance company to try to bilk me for life insurance. It’s not that I’m pessimistic; it’s that I’ve had experience with insurance of all sorts.
I’m still mentally recovering from the Tuesday weigh-in, although it taught me that I have to be easier on my feelings during this process. I must accept that this is inherently slow and that the workouts and improvement in things like digestion are worth it.
The workouts seem to be the thing keeping me from despair. Even a short workout activates all the muscles. And I might be able to use my own muscles to pull my right hip assembly out of its stuck place. That would be cool if I could limber that area up. Stuck and clenched since Jesus was a lad.
