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Feb. 1st, 2026 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
disappointed_lesbianTonight's sleep trial revolves around electrolytes, in the form of coconut water.
I want to die. It wouldn't be terrible if I didn't wake up tomorrow.
I had polenta and kidney bean chili for dinner tonight.
I have discomfort in my chest all the time.
I'm tired of trying to psyche myself up to continue living.
I went for a long walk this afternoon, then I spent a long time shopping, plus I was on the treadmill for nearly an hour before lunch, so not much got done today, but I burned plenty of calories. I want to say this is the beginning of the last phase of my weight-loss. The last few months have been a sort of unplanned diet break. I want to lose two or three more pounds.
I keep failing to clean my apartment because I spend hours either struggling with constipation, struggling with stomach cramps, or struggling with the side effects of the medication I take for the stomach cramps. It's like I'm continually surprised to find that I'm actually disabled. Perhaps because, in a way, I keep a lie alive by searching for a job or envisioning myself working a job.
I want to die. It wouldn't be terrible if I didn't wake up tomorrow.
I had polenta and kidney bean chili for dinner tonight.
I have discomfort in my chest all the time.
I'm tired of trying to psyche myself up to continue living.
I went for a long walk this afternoon, then I spent a long time shopping, plus I was on the treadmill for nearly an hour before lunch, so not much got done today, but I burned plenty of calories. I want to say this is the beginning of the last phase of my weight-loss. The last few months have been a sort of unplanned diet break. I want to lose two or three more pounds.
I keep failing to clean my apartment because I spend hours either struggling with constipation, struggling with stomach cramps, or struggling with the side effects of the medication I take for the stomach cramps. It's like I'm continually surprised to find that I'm actually disabled. Perhaps because, in a way, I keep a lie alive by searching for a job or envisioning myself working a job.
