You ever have one of those weeks where you get a really good weight loss and you end up looking back at your food diary and going, "BUT HOW?!"
I am probably literally eating myself to death. A few years ago, I'd have been fine with that, to be honest, after Zero died. But I've finally hit a point where I actually care about what happens to me. I care that I'd in pain all the time. I care that I feel like crap when I eat the wrong types of food. I have my back pain, my migraines, I have bowel issues, I have a mutant leg which is worse than it ever was, and my foot's so swollen that I can't get it into my trainers on some days.