Life is going okay. Still working, dating, exercising, eating. I don’t really feel like I have much to say about weight these days. I started tracking my weight, and I’ve gained 2 pounds in the last 3 months. I haven’t lost weight in almost a year, since I quit smoking. I think that really sucks. But I enjoy my gym, even if I’m the fattest one there at size 10. I’m most interested in fixing myself psychologically, which is very different than losing weight.
Maybe I’ll feel like writing more soon. I’m off to Argentina in a few days. Oh, and that laundromat that gives me the creeps had a drive-by a month or so back, 8:45 a.m! One dead, one injured. I wonder if sugar was illegal, would people be killing each other for it? Something to think about for those of you who think sugar = crack/heroin/meth.