Well, I'm not running, but I might as well be. I have been fostering a rescue dog, and we've been going on three brisk, long walks a day. Surprisingly, I haven't suffered for it at all. If anything, physically I feel... more or less normal.
My boyfriend - who looks after me usually - has gone overseas for 10 days. He has been gone a week so far, and I am still alive, feeding myself, the cat, the dog and keeping the house clean. To be honest, I'm a little proud of myself!
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