I’m a terrible blogger. And my walking has been sub-par. My eating has been spectacular so that’s something. I’m down to 125.2 lbs this morning. I packed on some weight in Jan-Feb so my pants were super tight. I hate that. I’m trying for another 5 lbs then maintain. I started carnivore on April 14. I was skeptical that I could sustain with just animal products but let me tell you what! I love it. Anyway, work calls. ❤️😘

Thanksgiving creeped up. I indulged. Ok. So that’s fine. Just go back to your norm and it will fall right off. Uhhhh. Nope. Fighting it. Walking when I can. Full moon at zero dark thirty.

Over eating. Grazing. Picking. I did all of these yesterday. Probably will again today. Foods in the house that normally I would run from, are very present. I could have scaled back BUT...that would have punished everyone, right? So, pie and brownies and sweet potato casserole and stuffing and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce all sit in my fridge now. It’s 6 am. Just finished cleaning up after a sick dog. Sitting in the dark. Finishing my second cup of French Press. I will walk today. I will eat a non-harmful breakfast. I will take my supplements. I will be grateful for the day.

Some days it feels like the world is just circling the drain. Personal and work bullshit just give me the One-Two punch. I fell off of walking. Ugh. Then my eating took a hit ( damn potato chips ). I’m struggling. Walked almost 2 hours today. Felt good. Will walk tomorrow. I will.

Super foggy and dark at 5am. Thoughts of scary evil clowns and serial killers inspired me to jog. I’m not a runner any more but this morning, it happened. The cold burned my lungs and made my mouth water the whole damn time. Good times. 🙃