Staying out of contact is the hardest thing that I have had to do in a very long time; it’s incredibly painful. Trying to weigh the great times against the suffering I have had since the start of April, and the sacrifices I will need to make in the future to keep my sanity, is as well. Serenity can’t come soon enough.
I attempted running last night, which turned into jogging, which turned into jogging and walking. My knees were not amused.
Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 183.2 pounds (+0.6 from last week’s weigh-in); rats, I was hoping to be below 182.0 today…
I FAILED to solve today’s Wordle; my starter today was SHORT; my second Wordle failure because I did not employ my own non-failure strategy and went for the gusto (which my be my starting word tomorrow).