My Best Friend Is Trying to Kill Me

Today, I’m cold. I sit on my hands, hoping that the couch and my butt can keep them a little more warm than they currently are, and I excitedly tell my therapist that after I’ve finally downloaded that app we’ve been discussing for a couple of weeks. I know that I've lost a lot of weight in two days, but it’s probably just weird midweek fluctuation. And I’m fine. I have energy! I’m even working out. Yes, Chris, I’m eating more to accommodate for whatever calories I burn while working out. I’m fine.