Punching bag.

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Whether I am losing actual weight, I can't say.  I haven't checked in a bit.  Won't, until I am feeling human again.  What I am certain about is that I am losing fat around the midsection.  Pounds, decades, in more than one way, of pounds, of it.  Which... is good.  As mentioned, what is off-putting is that I am used to having padding.  Internal.  That is going.  Not gone, but cut in half, maybe more.

I really am wearing medium pajama bottoms.  Supposed to be 32/34.  I don't think they are that, but probably 34/36.  Which... is still... down from 40/42, or at best occasionally 38/40 waists.  That is skipped two sizes down.  And, the size next up won't stay on.

Now, I still have a lot of belly fat.  But, I have probably lost forty pounds of the sixty or seventy to lose?  Probably.  But my innards hurt.  I have had that fat in there for nearly forty years, since they put me falsely on lithium.  That stuff will fatten you up like almost nothing else they could do.  And, knowing psychiatry and psychology are bogus, and they do... the practitioners... they were doing harm, with no possible good outcome.  Everyone they have, and are, dosing... well... It would be good if there were legal ramifications, social, economic.  But the thing is too big.  They would never let hospitals, which are already going under, take that hit.

Now we know what Russian and Chinese citizens, who were experimented on, went through.  We went through it too.  Essentially to create bureaucratic, and medically bureaucratic jobs.  Hiring women, mostly.  One psychopathic doctor and a bunch of females below him.

Eventually, these "professions" will be shut down.  Closed out.  And not allowed to participate in any real way in people's lives.  Oh, some will seek them out, the way some seek out psychics, palm readers, and such.  And they'll get what they deserve.  In my case, it is the only "medicine" they offered.  And, for really, a bad heart.  They knew what they were doing.  Should all be arrested, imprisoned, made to make license plates or such, for the rest of their lives.

Anyway...

Beside my torso being rough, my ankles and wrists feel like they have been in shackles.  Bruised, hurting.  I don't get that at all.  No fat came off those areas.  Though fluid had been removed.  Much from the ankles, possibly some from the wrists.  I'll take painkillers with morning pills.

I am not sure when I awoke, 9:30?  Give or take.  Had a rough time waking today.  It was cool enough up there, 72/73 when I woke up.  That part I remember reviewing.  It was already up to 76, so I closed everything but this front door, which acts as a final syphon, pulling cool from and through the rest of the house.  But only works up to a point.

Ac was off, upstairs, as soon as I went up.  And hasn't been turned on since shutting it down yesterday evening.  Fans go, somewhere, always.  And, some days, the whole day.  Trying to sort out how to use the least for the most effect.  I just don't have all that much money to play with.  But would rather pay to be cool, somehow, than suffer.  So... I do.  Oh, that ac down here makes life so much better!  I... didn't think it would do all that much.  It does.  My home is 2200, though a fifth of that is upstairs, and another seventh is a small basement area, but still, that's... close to 1500 in the main?  Something.