Bad sleep.
Making the effort.
The red is no sleep at all.
And I might add- no wine at all.
No cheating at all.
Once upon a time
Cheat meals boosted my metabolism.
Now they stall me.
I’m a bloated mess.
I look like I’ve never lost one pound.
Good stew.
Made the effort.
I work with toddlers.
They leave shit like this
And beg someone to say something.
Then they get mad.
Passive Aggressive pukes
New shoes. New socks.
I made the effort.
From a store in Abilene Texas.
This is what we’re up against.
This is why we can’t have nice things.
The child I care for is a handful.
He pushes down when I transfer him.
He’s 80 pounds! Not small.
He wears me out.
I want to travel.
But for now.... piss piss.
Better than the gym.
Which is closed.
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