This might be the worst part for me. I’m so thirsty. And I so look forward to my morning coffee everyday. But all I can do right now is type.
Don’t get me wrong, I look forward to posting, too. It’s just that the two go hand in hand.
I’m trying not to think about my thirst, but it’s pretty much all I can think about right now. Even plain water seems appealing.
Somehow I am down on the scale. When you do it everyday, it becomes meaningless. But research indicates that daily weigh ins lead to increased success.
I hope James makes it in today, because otherwise the Kid is on his own, and that’s a lot. To have to cover the floor alone. Very stressful. If anyone can do it, though, it’s him.
I might go back to sleep. I feel nauseous, and I know it’s from not drinking.
Anyway, wish me luck, if you don’t see me again this morning.
It’s occurring to me I need two hands to be on my phone. One to hold the phone and the other to type. I wonder if that neck device would work for me.
If not, you’re not going to see much of me for a while.
Either way, have a great day, a safe commute, and thanks for reading. ❤️