It's Tuesday morning and I originally felt that I was going to be OK, but I'm not certain.
I wonder if I didn't do better at 2.5 mg of Zyprexa instead of 5 mg. My body seemed to bounce back better after sleeping weird.
Oh well, I'm not going to complain, since I haven't had any major depressive episodes for a while.
(knock on wood)
(who's there?)
(wash Mike)
(wash Mike who?)
(was Mike Crack)
That's almost as bad as the name Phil McCracken.
I'm just in a bit of an odd state and I don't know what to do about it yet.
Sure not tired, like I was yesterday, although, I don't feel like doing much yet.
I'd go have a bowl of ice cream, but I don't have any ice cream, but a bunch of those Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches.
They're pretty darn tasty, but not enough ice cream to satisfy this fat ass's need for ice cream.
My weight is currently the heaviest that I've ever been. 310 or more. My lightest was the few years right out of High School. I was 190, even eating as much as I do now. And you could see my 6-pack!
Now I've got a "keg" stomach, although, I'm still skinnier and probably lighter than my brothers, and I want to stay that way, as I've always been the lightest.
I just want the Lightest to be something like 220 or 240. I know that I'm close to 100lbs overweight, so shut up!
See, a fat guy knows he's fat, and I'm starting to realize I'm fat. For many years, I still thought I was skinny, although I kept buy larger & larger jeans. My shirts only filled out/in, rather than needing larger shirts. See, I bought XL or XXL shirts because I'm so freakin' tall.
Oh well, that's enough of this shit for now.
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