Today is the day for the appointment with the new doctor. As I sit here, forcing myself to choke down a protein bar because otherwise I will eat nothing, I can't help but wish I could record this moment, the thoughts in my head with a counter of how many times I do this in say a month.
But by all means, please continue telling me I eat my emotions and eat too much.
And don't move enough. As if I can't and haven't been deadlifting furniture for the past week and will be for the rest of this week without breaking a sweat. Or the fact the only way I can keep my knee flexible and functioning is by keeping it moving.
But perhaps we will do my favorite thing where someone who doesn't know me tells me how I feel.
Bitch I live with these moods, if something gets fucky I will know about it even when I'd rather fuckin not.
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