Day 22

Another sick day... well, half, to be precise. I went back to bed and slept until noon after dropping the family off. I needed it. I was way too medicated to be functional this morning.

I'm definitely not 100% yet; still snorting and coughing, wheezing and sneezing. My mouth is so dry!

I might be falling prey to wishful thinking but I believe that I'm starting to see changes in me already. My shirt felt huge today, and my once snug pants were loose enough to pull off without undoing my belt. My face is still as round as a basketball, well, a rugby ball actually, but either I'm getting used to seeing myself in the mirror without the old beard or I'm actually losing some real girth. Maybe a little of both.

I stopped hoping for the object of that email I mentioned a while ago. There's no use holding my breath for something like that. Getting my hopes up for something that may not happen is not really wise. Keeping my expectations high for good things in general, now that's OK. Good things will happen. It's just a matter of time... and effort.

Speaking of which (great segue, eh?), Day 22: 5 miles @ 3mph, plus a 10 minute 2mph CD - 110 minutes.