Heavy and broken

October 14, 2007

Kind of, anyway.

I have a broken bracket on my lower teeth. I think I broke it eating thin-crust freezer pizza (with a knife and fork, even) or maybe apple pieces earlier in the afternoon, or maybe really even, brushing with my spin-y Oral-B Vitality. My story will be the last one as I get it fixed tomorrow, of course.

I like my braces but this week they’ve been such a source of annoyance for me. I even had a dream last night that all of my top front teeth fell out but stayed together, bound by the wire, coming out in one piece. I have teeth dreams a lot, more commonly years ago, but they FREAK ME OUT.

I still weigh 219, or maybe more, I have no idea. I had pizza, yeah, and too many reduced fat Pringles, and like 15 Ritz crackers straight from the sleeve at 4am, awake and needing to take an ibuprofen. And that all sucks. And I suck for allowing it to and making it happen.

My dinner tonight was green–edamame and a granny smith apple. So at least I’m seeing those would-be signs from my last post in my head.

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