Dear Diary,
As my dreams of hyperthyroidism turn into nightmares of hypothyroidism, it looks like I'm gonna have to get my fat a** up and do something. I've gone up a couple of pounds in the last couple of days. Not what I was expecting at all. I saw this thing where lady said she had hypothyroidism and grew 20 pounds in just a couple weeks even though she was very active. That wouldn't be cool. So instead of sitting here just watching the inevitable fat waves crash into the shore of my recovering body, I guess I've got to get up and do exercise. I haven't gotten to the point where exercise is like some horrible disease or anything, but I can say that I'm not excited to do it after going through what happened the last couple of days. While detoxing from Italian Icees, I developed an addiction to cookies. Luckily there are none left. Huh? Yes a**hole. I at them all. You happy numb nuts? Don't answer that! Here's to hoping I won't fall flat on my face and have my head roll off my shoulders as I try to hop back on the wagon. Its f***ed up what pills do to you. Huh?No I don't have any of the little blue ones. Do I need some!?!? Hmmm... Will they help when I f*** you up?
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