Several months ago, I was going to try a diet called Kimkins—I never got around to actually trying it. And thank goodness. I found out that the creator of Kimkins is a fake. She's an obese woman who never lost any weight. She was, however, making top dollar to promote her diet. The diet it turns out is a close-to-starvation diet that could be very dangerous health wise. Look up the information about this diet before you try it. It is not, I repeat, not a good idea.
So today is the first day of fall. It feels like fall. I like early fall weather. But I hate it when it starts getting cold. I'm not a fan of winter.
My hamstring injury still has me somewhat incapacitated. I'm not sure how to treat it. I'm taking ibuprofen. I'm not working it nearly as hard. In fact, it hurts too much to work it any harder than I am. I passed by the weights today so I wouldn't strain it any further. May be I should wrap it.
This weekend, my dog hit me in the eye. How, you ask, could a dog hit someone in the eye? Well, it was pretty easy as it turns out. I kept trying to get my niece not to play in the bottom of the yard because that's Chance's potty. So, of course, she didn't listen to me—and she stepped in poop. So I was leaning down trying to wipe the poop off of her shoe, when Chance came running at us—I wasn't looking but I could hear him coming. He plowed his way between us and, pow, he slammed his big, long nose right into my eye. Well, not right into my eye. It was more slightly above my eye, but that's not the point. When he hit me, stars flashed before me. I grabbed my head, and I couldn't see for minute. I was quite a wallop. And I have this big knot over my left eye.
Lately I have been hit in head four times. Why? Is the universe trying to give me a concussion?
The diet still isn't going all that well. I don't know. I'm trying to fill a void, I guess.
Well, it's off to the salt mines.
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