I'm still 16 pounds from my goal weight I sorta kinda set for myself back in January. The concept of having a goal weight has gone out the window in the last few days, though, so who cares? I'm stronger than I've been in a long time, and I feel good. I'm going to stay active and keep moving. The smokes and beers are history, and like last time, it's easy - when I can't, I won't.
Today, I'm tired and so very very hungry. We've stocked up on healthy foods, so at least I've got plenty of good grazing sources. We went to a party for one of Jimi's friends - my first-ever social outing without my usual lubricants to get the conversation flowing. Between trips to the veggie tray and chip bags and water faucet, I mostly sat and watched everyone else interact while making mental lists of things to Google once I got home. I'm broken, but also sleepy and a bit preoccupied.
It's 11 p.m. and tomorrow feels like it'll be here any minute. Sweet dreams.