I have not weighed myself since last week. It’s no use in doing so because those were the kind of habits that got me in trouble last time. The number on the scale doesn’t matter as long as you’re consistent. Walking everyday and making healthier choices. Over and over again without end. I can definitely feel myself becoming a better me. It’s a slow and struggling process but with the current state of my affairs I have nothing to lose. Every day is a new day and to say it’s hard would be an understatement. I don’t separate good and bad in days . I separate them in hours. Right now I’m struggling with life and my weight but I won’t give up. I’ve always been that guy who reads a room and adjust accordingly to the people in it. If it’s quiet it needs a comedian, if it’s loud it needs an active attentive listener. This could be why I’ve always felt like an outsider. I could never just be a guy in the room. I’m babbling on to say we all know this is probably the worst collective year in all our lives. There’s already enough misery in the world. What carries me on is knowing I can only control my attitude during these times. I choose positivity, love, and patience. The world has enough assholes already and even though I have asshole tendencies I am mostly good. I think.