It’s supposed to be a good day.

Went to the hospital in the morning and was told that I looked slimmer. I thought so too.

Then went to find grandma.

Learnt about the sewing machine.

Went to that shop I found to DIY silverware.

The shop owner and I have quite a lot of common interests, and she was 80KG+ before and now she’s 50KG!!

It gave me a lot of hope.

But then I went home and weighed myself, found that nothing has changed.


I eat 2 meals a day, walked the dogs, climbed the mountains and go to the hospital for acupuncture.


I wanna just curl up and cry:(

Demoralizing shit.