It seems by my jeans that I have lost a little more weight, but I haven't officially weighed myself. I am still very much down in the dumps, which is proving to be a mighty fine addition to my diet plan. Never in my life have I been so depressed I didn't have an appetite at all. In the past, it was quite the opposite. Depressed? EAT A WHOLE BOX OF COOOOKIESSS. Upset? EAT A TUB OF ICING WITH A SPOOOOON.
This time around, my tea and cashew nuts have gotten me through days.
My hotel room reeks of a medicinal mint smell because of all the essential oil baths I have been attempting to remedy myself with. My skin is greasy from the overapplication of Badger Balm. Yet, I am still in this slump. Wish me well, friends. I need all the help I can get.