Ow — Day 23; 240.3 lbs

David Murphy
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Fuck it. I’m fast forwarding. We’re in the now, now.

I hurt my elbow. I strained my calf. My back is sore. This supplement I’ve been taking makes me feel like electricity is running through me, and it sucks, but it does give me energy. I went back on a med for my anxiety, but it’s wearing me out. I have a week’s worth of stuff to talk about, but I don’t want to. I just want to fast forward to where this stops sucking for a bit.

I took my first night off yesterday, but it didn’t really help. I’ve got a five day vacation coming up, so I hope I can rest up, but I feel my motivation slipping a bit and that time off concerns me. Diet’s fallen off a bit. I saw the gassy lady tonight and we exchanged a smile. In my head, I’ve dubbed her “The Villain” Farty Gurll, which seems mean, but I giggle. Only like 15 of you get why that’s a solid play on words.

But, I’m still trying. I’m here. I’m on my bike. My leg is throbbing. My elbow feels swollen, but I’m trying.

Dammit, I’m trying.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

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