I am still trying to figure this diet out. What works, and what doesn’t. My weight bungees between 279 and 274 pretty regularly and I should probably look into whether or not that’s normal.

I feel skinnier, for sure. I’m going to attribute this to the working out that I’m doing, but I don’t know. I read other blogs that cover topics like “I gained 3lbs this week, and here’s why” and I want that, I want that so bad. Obviously food equals fat, but even something as powerful as common sense seems to hold no weight. 

Trying to figure out why my body does what it does is like reading a crazy person’s shorthand. Sometimes I luck out and things make sense, but the rest of the time it’s just loops and what I guess are mean looking cat letters.

I had this entire thing about “Fat Blaming” written up, but then I realized I just did “Fat-shaming”, and would have felt weird doing two rhyming posts in a row. I’ll revisit the topic if I ever figure out how to do a piece on “Fat Claiming” and I can complete my cycle, but until that point arrives, I’ll leave it be.

I’m trying to find a reason for my recent generally positive outlook on life. I’ve been operating under the assumption that my mood is going to be tied to the scale, always. This is clearly not the case. I guess for the time being, while I, and my body, try to figure things out, I can at least claim I’m more emotionally healthy. That’s probably a really important factor to this whole thing.

I write this not as a former fat person, for I still am, but as a slightly more mature fat person. That has a nice ring to it.