My body did what it usually does when I get down to 127 and got stuck. In fact, this is the third day of it. The lack of shitting is preventing me from losing weight just as much as my slow metabolism is, so for the millionth time, I ask myself why bother? If my body wants to keep its weight, then I shouldn’t try to force it to do otherwise and try to make it into something it’s not. I’m having a hard time bringing myself to walk too, because it’s discouraging, though I know I should to at least be fit and healthy.

Tom just applied for a work-at-home job where you process internet orders. That’d be too good to be true; us working at home doing that for a few hundred each a week. My only concern with home jobs would be what we’d do as far as insurance goes. I guess we’d have to buy some kind of policy. Anyway, I’m sure it’s not going to happen, so why worry about it? How I wish to hell he could work at home, though, because that’d give us more options as far as where we moved to. If he worked at home we could move to more remote areas.

Later…

I finally got unstuck, but it’s too late. I’ve already been set back up at 130. Oh well. Better to bounce between 127-130 than 197-200. The extra weight will help the next time I get into a fight.

Anyway, we’re not going to the store today because he found out this morning that the unemployment check will arrive in tomorrow’s mail, so we’ll go then. That way we’ll have money in case they don’t buy much from us which would be just our shit luck. We may even get Little Fella a roommate, though nothing else till we know what’s going on (the mice are all gone now).