56,791.

So lets be clear about something. I'm not a fan of taking medicine, especially those that make me gain weight when I have been/am busting my ass to lose weight. Also I'm basically starving 24/7 and I am not a fan of that either. I'm gonna try really, really hard to stay off the scale for a while but honestly for the past 10 months it's been the be all end all of my life. While I'm aware that's not good, that's how it is.I feel like I'm not doing enough, but I don't know what else I can do. I'm frustrated because I'm gaining weight and I even considered stopping taking the meds because of that, but apparently there's a blood test included in the pre-op stuff that can and will tell if I've actually been taking them. Ughhhhhh. I've eaten so much food today. Insert another pig emoji here.

Also, coming soon (maybe) a "shit freeman twins say" video. "How many more reps?" "How much weight is this?" "What does una mas mean?!" "You're an asshole!" "I'm sorry what?!" And much more. Much, much more. Kudos to Darin Starr for the idea.

Also right now as I'm typing this there's a stink bug in my car and I shut him up in my cup holders. I'm not really sure what to do with him. Help.

I hate Zercher squats. I'm over them. I miss the days of plain old body weight squats. Like 10 of them. That's all. Oh wait we never do just 10 of anything. I had the desire to start counting out loud but starting at the rep number I FEEL like we're at. Which with squats it would start at 56,791. Which is my approximate weight at this moment. Seriously the last set almost didn't happen and I feel like that one got cut 2 short because my legs are too weak to drive my massive upper body upright. Yeah I went there. It's one of those days. I wasn't sure when I was walking to get water that my legs weren't just going to give out. Thankfully I, nor my pride, were harmed during the squats or directly after. Then we did some shoulder presses which in fact are my jam. Except the last few of the last set in which the bar feels like it weighs about 56,791 pounds. Then Darin told me to put these like ankle weights on and lay down, well issue was the ankle weights were complicated. I required assistance getting them on and taking them off. But I felt like I was in a bad Jane Fonda video, and then while I was laying on the ground looking at the ceiling, all of a sudden, there was a lot of Taz in my face. Afterworlds there were some 45 degree pulls that were really, almost unnecessarily heavy. I pointed out they were heavy and got a "it's supposed to be", back. Ha. ha. Though it was deserved I don't really know what I thought it was supposed to feel like. After the workout was complete, Darin insisted I needed some form of protein instead of just mashed potatoes, which, they actually do have a bit of protein in them. Just like pop tarts. Yeah I went there too. Also apparently Carl's Jr. who has the pop tart ice cream sandwich deliciousness is different than Hardees. Who knew?! I thought they were the same. Here I am driving by Hardees almost on the daily to see if they have them or if they're even going to have a "coming soon!" sign and I see nothing. This is my life.

Anywho, still no word on a surgery date, hopefully I'll hear something tomorrow. Fingers crossed. Until then, I guess life will continue on as somewhat normally as it can. And with that, I'm out.
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Also I found this quote by Flannery (who I did a 47 page term project on for my literature based research class) and its the story if my liiiiife.