Tired. Out of sorts. Blah. Want to eat. Want to weigh. Want to sleep.
I don’t know what’s going on (other than it’s not PMS). I’m tired. Out of sorts. Blah. I want to eat. I crave chocolate. I want to weigh myself every hour. I want to sleep.
I want a responsibility-free day. But that’s not going to happen. So I’m just going to put one foot in front [...]
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