37 days of giving a shit, 22 pounds down. Got through a major bit of work drama without going back to eating, feels extra nice to cross that 300 pound barrier today. Went on a day trip down to DC and stopped counting but still didn’t go wild, sorta feeling like I’m not looking for as large of meals now too. Didn’t hurt that the trip down to DC had us do >20k steps through the day so any extra snacks were sorta paid for. This coming week might be rough without someone else in the house to keep me accountable, but I prepped with easier stuff to make so I’m ready to keep going for it.
This shit coming out about Pink News just reminds me of the long history of cissies throwing trans people under the bus (CW: transphobia). Fuck assimilationists.