I have declared today a sucky day, in advance of any actual serious suckage. I just feel like the world is getting ready to crush me to paste and wipe me from its meaty paws. I couldn’t bring myself to exercise this morning, even though I still weigh 270 pounds, and don’t think I’ll make my goal of 265 by month’s end. It’s humid, so everything feels soft and moist, and I spent much of the morning with the unsettling feeling that I could curl my toes and carve up sections of the floor like cheese with my toenails.
Most of this is probably because of the workmen next door shaking the whole damn house and keeping me from getting more than about five hours of good sleep. They don’t work weekends, so I’ll probably be fine tomorrow. But today, I pretty much want to declare the whole month a do-over.