Not my most flattering selfie, is it?

A week ago I went to my first podiatrist ever, and had minor surgery on my left big toe, displayed above. After a week of wound care, I’m finally allowed to sleep bandage-free, although I still have to clean it and bandage it every morning for the daytime, shoe wearing hours. You can see the bruise around my nail bed, yes? That’s where they dug out a literal inch of impacted toenail. It was pleasant. Highly recommended. Additional sardonic comments. 

So I rocked my CNA class final, got 90% and was rewarded with my subsequent Facebook post getting over 100 likes. I was a little baffled by the outpouring of support, but I suppose if you do something awesome, people are going to respond. Thanks to everyone who made me feel like hot shit for a day or two. 

I also got a lot of responses to my post about weight loss and how to do it. I took them all with a grain of salt. It’s one thing to be psyched about what weight loss program worked for you, and what you think is the best way to live for skinny. On the other hand, I was stupidly dissapointed that no one bothered to say I look great where I am. Not that that would be true, but it’s a nice thing to say to someone. Mostly people applaud my boobs, but that’s kinda part of the problem. They were fantastic three sizes ago, people. Calm it down. 

In any case, I’ve been chatting diet nonsense for three days now, and I’m sick of it. I’ll keep you posted, obviously, loyal reader, but I may veer in a different direction on social media. I don’t want to become one of those people who can’t shut up about my diet this, my workout plan that. I’m very unhappy with my current body, but….shockingly…..so are a lot of us. And I strive to be original. 

On that note, I’m going to do something daring and risky…go to bed while I still could write more. My brain ain’t going nowhere. It’ll wait until next time. 
Goodnight, loyal reader.