A Mixed Bag

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Yesterday was as title says, a mixed bag. The day got away from me pretty quick. Today was another bad day. I ate 12 pancakes, loaded with syrup and followed up with a bowl of cereal, yikers. Dinner was much more tame. Homemade sesame chicken, steamed veggies and rice and two egg rolls. Did not track

It seems the big issue is morning. Once morning has past I’m good, but when I first wake up it’s like eat-eat-eat-eat. I’m switching taking to taking the new medication specifically, at night. To see how this affects things


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