charly4994 [she/her, comrade/them]
37 days of giving a shit, 22 pounds down. Got through a major bit of work drama without going back to eating, feels extra nice to cross that 300 pound barrier today. Went on a day trip down to DC and stopped counting but still didn’t go wild, sorta feeling like I’m not looking for as large of meals now too. Didn’t hurt that the trip down to DC had us do >20k steps through the day so any extra snacks were sorta paid for. This coming week might be rough without someone else in the house to keep me accountable, but I prepped with easier stuff to make so I’m ready to keep going for it.
Started Elden Ring blind, somehow gravitated towards bleed, had a quite enjoyable time playing offline. Once I was done my first run and let myself look more around online I learned that people hated bleed builds, but also that I had been doing my bleed build wrong because apparently I never realized that bleed scaled with arcane. I just did a dex claw build and had fun and then the second time I did it “right.” Only wrong build in Elden Ring is the one made.
it’s abortion that’ll be energizing the down ballot. Just today at work there were like 3 heavy ads about how horrible abortion rights being revoked during the hour and a half of news that was playing. They were very clearly new ads since they were talking about Vance now. It’s nigh impossible to look at some of the stories just from the ads that were playing and ignore just how awful things are unless you’re already just so deeply into the sauce that you’ll never be convinced otherwise.
Suckiest Bunch Of Sucks is the only thing that comes to mind after something like that
It’s been 20 days of giving a shit again and minding what I eat. I think it’s also helping my mother a bit be less blasé about her own eating and health. I’m down either 8 or 16 pounds if you count my first weigh in as the night before or the first morning since I lost like 8 pounds in a day according to the scale.
Still been a struggle though especially as work drama has been making me want to stop caring but I’m worth more than that drama.
In some ways I think it’s what makes working with dementia patients the easiest, as long as you don’t know what kind of person they were beforehand, you just sorta see the disease more than them which makes it easier when they go off the rails and start screaming at you. What I wouldn’t give to see Biden get worked up on the debate stage, walk over to Trump and start hitting him because all of a sudden he forgot where he was and this man is yelling at him, extra points if he grabs a finger and bends it backwards, a favorite of confused old ladies in the hospital.
My mother signed me up for so many of those when I was younger because they offered immediate employment and then when I was placed on the call it was the shadiest sounding shit, then there were the non-scam but also scam sales rep things where they called you a manager, offered intense executive training to fast track you to the top of the org but you were just going door to door trying to sell some shitty product.
For some reason that I’m not sure of myself this was the week that finally hit right and I felt like I should start caring for myself again rather than just not giving a fuck and hoping I die in a few years as a result. Last time I gave a shit was probably 2019 but after getting fired and COVID and everything I just haven’t cared. I hope maybe I can keep this up for a bit and also help my mother with it as well since we’ve both been bad influences on each other for a while now.
I’ve gone a solid 5 days now limiting how much I eat to 2k calories when I’m pretty sure I normally average around 3k. Today I even stopped myself from just ordering out and rationalizing that it was probably close to my allotment left for the day. Today was more of a struggle though since I started getting lightheaded and ravenously hungry so I allowed myself a bit of chocolate and that helped me last until dinner.
How do people remember which white car is theirs?
