Fight. I'm hurting. I'm hurting a lot. But something has changed, I'm still fighting. I don't feel like eating. It is hot and uncomfortable (try 101* INSIDE my house today) and eating sounds gross when I am this hot. I don't feel like eating, it is easier not to.
Eating means I'm still fighting though. Eating means I haven't given up, even though it is tempting. I suppose that eating means (both figuratively and literally) that I will live to fight another day. I'm glad tomorrow is a new day. And I hope the fight is easier tomorrow.
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