For me, the cold is more disabling than any other fuck-up my body can pull on me.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I remembered how winter works in this part of the country. 😑
Yes, it gets cold.
Fucking cold.
Another thing about me: I don’t reach for comfort food. In fact, I don’t reach for any food—because I can’t hold it in my shaking hand.
Oh good. More weight loss. 📉
I’ll get back to writing a more informative journal entry once I can function again.
I suppose I could go for a jog.
Except I can’t.
I should probably work on that—once my life has returned to normal.
