253 pounds
My health is on fire. Not in a good way (like when Michael Phelps was on fire); more in a bad way (like when California was on fire [in more ways than one]). There’s a smoky haze numbing my senses, I feel sluggish and out of breath like I’m suffocating, and all of my goals are in flames. Also, I lost my smoulder.
Not sure what that means.
Maybe it’s just that I really miss my jawline. And I miss seeing my feet when I’m standing. I miss not being out of breath when I buckle my seatbelt.
Please feel free to cringe as I reach for more fire metaphores. Meh.
For my 1 subscriber out there, I just want to say that I’m back – and I want to stay for a long time.
Thus, I hereby commit to writing regular posts – however short – for as long as it takes for my health to be out of the flames, fully doused, and breathing freely. And growing.
I want accountability.
So, I began this morning by NOT falling back to doze after initially waking up at 4:53 am. It was nice to say yes to sentience like that. Here’s to doing the same thing tomorrow!
Sleep well, friends.
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