I’ve been wasting a lot of time trying to perfect a draft post I don’t really like. Instead, in seven minutes, I’m just going to write a new one.
As you might imagine, the store is almost empty of customers. And we had four staff call-outs.
The roads are horrible. I hope they’re better by 5.
I just had myself a mini-binge for dessert. I am not pleased. I keep self-sabotaging. Or else I may be addicted to sugar, if there is such a thing. My naturopath from 2012 believes there is.
I had to stop seeing my naturopath because they’re not covered by insurance, but it was the best I’ve ever felt: the diet and the supplement plan I was on. I lost a lot of weight back then, too. Used to eat beef hotdogs for breakfast, believe it or not. Protein shakes. Then I got pregnant with Desmond and the whole thing kind of went by the wayside.
It’s okay, I couldn’t afford it, anyway.
I guess Aislyn’s PT visits are subject to our deductible. Which is $3,000. $125 a visit.
I don’t know how we’re going to do it. I have to go, now. It’s been more than seven minutes.