Yesterday my appointment with the podiatrist went great, my doctor is very nice. We took some X Rays, and once my insurance approves it, he is going to make custom orthotics for my feet. It's the primary method for battling my plantar, and may even help with my knee pain (strictly my assumption). Yesterday was another stellar meal day. Of my suggested 3,610 a day calorie in take I ate 2,289 (too many for my liking), which left me with 1,321 to spare (far too little for my liking). The ball was dropped a bit with my sodium in take though. So for breakfast I had a bowl of cereal, and I fasted till dinner, I had two Spam (this is where the sodium came from) sandwiches and chips. Yesterday while waiting in the doctors office I experienced what I can only describe as a depressive episode. I was fine for a while, then it just hit me, I felt ugly and hideous, I felt like life was over, like giving up, hopeless, ashamed, my anxiety was high, I was temporarily overwhelmed with feel...