This has been a terrific 24hrs 🫠

I just saw, I’m so sorry.

🫡 Will warm that up when you get back.

Pulling my blanket around me like an uncomfortable old lady in this office chair

C’mere

Any day every day

About time, right 😘

[jeopardy time limit noise]
The answer was: what is “ROBOT ROLL CALL”

Voting now 💥 with 💥 my 💥 phone!

🥲 Gorgeous

Completely melting, as I usually do 🫠🫠🫠

The pleasure is all ours, bud 💜

My memory feature in the photos started showing me this twig of myself in 2023 and it just doesn’t make sense. I felt better then, I look better now, and I started taking nudes again to show it. This feels sensual, it feels rich. I could stand to beef up the arms, but this is still right.

I gained 50lbs with little actual consequence, except I was back to my 2xls and tetchy fits. It was enough to be down on myself and get back on the meds, but the discipline never really came back.

Because I like my body like this! I like how it LOOKS.

But I felt good! My clothes agreed with me! I was conquering! What the fuck??
The dissonance was too great, and after a record cratering of my A1C back to *below* pre-diabetic levels, I figured I knew enough to loosen the collar and indulge within reason.

I felt flat. I was flat. Where’s the lush, the sensual, the abundance? My ass disappeared, my stomach a narrow and non-descriptive experience. What character did this have? Combined with a sensible hair/cropped beard, did I just look like a washed up techno producer?

In 2021 I was diagnosed with diabetes. At 315lbs, I was 205 by 2023. The world made more “sense” as a result. I moved faster, it was easier to want to be active, and clothes would “just fit”.

But I didn’t like how I looked. I was more fascinated than happy.