I was hungry yesterday when I went to the gym, which isn't a good sign. I got my squats in - I was surprised - and then, after failing to get my presses in, called it a day. I felt out of gas. It was hot (no A/C). Whatevs. My shoulders complained until I got home (muscles, not joints). I'll have to back off on my presses. Or I may just have to eat more. But my shirts are all already so tight, not to mention the thighs of my trousers...
Okay, fine, I'll be back in a few minutes with a 1/2 gallon of whole milk.
I'm back. I'm sort of hiding it out of shame that I will consume half a gallon of milk while sitting here at work. It's a conversation I don't want to have. I'm probably rapidly closing in on 110kg. I don't want to be over 115kg in October. But I guess I would be fine with it if that's what happens.
Don Quixote: I hope I don't forget where I am or what's going on. I've been too busy to really think about it lately.
I wrote R a letter yesterday even though it wasn't my turn. She had been late in replying because we've been busy. Turns out she wrote me a letter yesterday, too. Well! What a crazy random happenstance.
Day 1 of fish oil supplementation: Don't notice anything yet. Blood pressure machine said 92/59. Probably nonsense. No burps. Yet.
Not going to discuss work. Not going to discuss it.
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