Week 27: Guess what, you dope? It's Tuesday!

I had yesterday off for some personal stuff, and honestly thought today was Monday. So I get to work today and someone said “Looking forward to today’s update!” and I though, “well, bollocks! It’s Tuesday isn’t it? Damn, blast and double-damn!”

My bad eating has been just awful lately and I know I am going to pay the piper on Friday when I go in for a blood test. Ann (My N.P.) is going to beat me senseless*, I’m sure. She’s amazing with guilt. Really she weaves a tapestry of it, making me feel like an even bigger schmendrick than I feel like already for eating like a moron.

I’m starting to think I need a 12-step program to combat my addiction to Food I Know Full Well is Going to Kill Me Eventually But Seem to Keep Eating Anyway, Because I am a Complete Asshat. Perhaps there's a 12-step asshat recovery program.

I will likely Weigh In tomorrow. Hooray!

Tune in then to see if I have gone from Fat Guy to Colossal Fat Guy!


*I mean, not for real. She's a very nice woman, my Nurse Practitioner is, and I don't think I am in a Quentin Tarantino movie so the chances of her busting out some preying mantis-style Kung Fu on me are probably pretty limited.