Well, I didn’t listen to my own advice.  I let that doctor’s appointment, and the anger and sadness that was wrapped around it, just propel me in to Advanced Comfort Foods.  None of it healthy, none of it diet friendly, or even friendly-adjacent.  And while it helped me feel better in the short term, I found myself in my bathroom, swaddled in a big, fluffy robe, sobbing.  Not necessarily because I blew my diet for days, but my conscience, my wanting to be an inspiration to others… I felt I had cast that away.  I felt I wasn’t worthy to continue.  So, the spiralling because of going off the rails, just compounded things further.  I am letting this arrogant fucker and his dismissive bitch co-hort live too long in my head.  And they not only live rent free, they’ve been squatters.  ugh.  Mental health is so important.  And usually I’m pretty good.  It took a lot of years of therapy over the course of my life, but I thought I had this handled.  It’s obvious I haven’t.  My only choice… no, it’s not my only choice… the best choice for me is to keep living, keep reaching for my goals, and maybe let time do some magic.  I need to distance myself from all of this.  Anyway, thanks for reading.  If you want to listen, it’s only a minute or so.