Why can’t you take me

I just wrote the world’s worst story for Desmond School. I didn’t have any good ideas. So I just pulled it out of my you know what.

I’m on my laptop. The expensive one that doesn’t carry a charge after only a year. I’ve found that I’m actually faster typing on my phone now, that’s how bad I am at typing. 50 wpm on a good day. My highest score was either 60 or 70, but that was after copious practice. If I tried right now I’d probably score like 38. Sad.

I’m hanging out on the couch with Finnigan. I haven’t done very much today. I went to the store briefly, took a nap with Shane, that’s about it.

I have tons of clothes to fold and iron. The floors need sweeping, too. And washing.

I’m doing well points-wise so far. Six points left at 5 p.m. isn’t bad for me. Plus, we’re having grilled chicken, which is zero. Asparagus, zero. The potato has points, but I should have enough left over for a two-point snack after dinner.

I’m sorry this post is so boring. Apparently, I don’t know what nonfiction to write right now, either.

I don’t want to say anything in case I jinx it, but I’m going to, anyway. I hope I lose a couple of pounds this week, just from tracking. I don’t know if it will happen, I’m just hoping.

Next week, tomorrow, I’m going to start tracking and staying in a healthy range. Three legit blue days for a reward. And this time I will reward after the full three days.

I should start biking again, too. But maybe I shouldn’t try to restart everything all at once. Maybe that’s been part of my problem? Taking on too much at the same time? I don’t know. Maybe that will be the following week’s plan. I should get on a stable nutrition path first. I know I did a lot better this week than I’ve done in many weeks. We’ll see if that translates on the scale.