I am having a Charlie Brown day.
I woke up this morning and stepped on the scale as I always do, and my post-keto diet weight gain is not only disappointing, but comically and predictably high. What took me two weeks to lose took me a weekend to regain, and that’s after coming in all three days well under my calorie count.
When I set out to go round up some food, not only was my first option closed, but my second option literally drove away as I was approaching. My third option had only a single piece of chicken left, so I simply sighed and returned home empty-handed. Sometimes it feels like life is a gigantic piss-take, a la The Truman Show.
Now, the day is by no means over, so it can turn around. I’m telling myself that so I don’t pout for the next several hours. The CBD I’ve taken is pushing back against the dark cloud that keeps trying to form, so I think I just need to put on my big boy pants and get on with my damn day.
This soup I’ve reheated is so damn gross. GAH.
Anyways, you spotted dick, I hope you are well. I hope those milennial gals aren’t beating you up anymore.