Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy

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I somehow managed yesterday to hit my bad ankle on the inside corner of my

metal desk at work. Right in the middle of my lovely six inch scar. It

bruised a little and hurts when I sit without propping it. Didn't hurt when

I rode the bike this morning, however, so I won't curtail my exercising at

this point.

Dumb, dumb, dumb.

I didn't realize until this morning how important it is to me to lose the

first 20 pounds. As of this morning I was two and a half pounds away from

that point, goodness only knows where I'll be tomorrow as the scale jumps

back and forth like crazy, and I'll still have 60 to go after that. (

I came across my old food diary from six years ago, but I'm half afraid to

open it. It will probably confirm my suspicion that it is coming off a whole

lot slower this time, but last time I was averaging around 1200 calories a

day and 15% fat. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could do that this

time. At least I kept it off for a couple of years, even if I did gain it

all back and another ten pounds after the fecal matter hit the ventilator.

Oh well, tomorrow is Friday. That's supposed to be a good thing, isn't it?

" ... inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened. "

Terry Pratchett

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