Words of wisdom from Trent Reznor.
Feeling diabolical. Creative and mischevious. Full of art, waiting to 'splode.
Did the bike this afternoon. Off the bike, feeling a little shaky. Checked blood glucose, was down to 90.
Wang dang doodle. That's really a little scary. Manageable, but scary. It means that I have to start keeping handy glucose things nearby. It also means that the exercise is working fundamentally better than it has been, which means that I'm likely working past something here.
I've been trying to eat better. Oatmeal is becoming a morning staple, quick and easy, lots of fiber. Tasty as glue.
I should get beans. I didn't get any last time I went shopping, though I got a buttload of soup.
I realize that the sagginess in my body is a sign that I'm losing weight. Burning fat. But it's some ugly sagginess. I no longer have that stuffed-sausage look; it's more like the Jell-O in a trash bag look. It looks unhealthier, and it's really hard to get past that.
Thought about surgery. Still too early. I may need to get an abdominoplasty to remove swaths of stretched out skin. I need to be at my stable goal weight before I consider surgery, but it's definitely something to consider.
It occurred to me on the way home today.
I want to be sexy.
It's shallow and vain, and I'm okay with that. Probably doesn't speak all that well for me in the long run, but for now it's the ultimate goal.