We had an unseasonably hot spell a couple of weeks back which was pretty miserable- I don't do well in hot weather at all. Today it's cool and windy and autumnal and I'm making a stew with Yorkshire puddings for dinner, which is much more emotionally satisfying than the cold potato salad we were eating a week and a half ago.

I don't talk about this much, but I've lost about 30% of my body weight in the past year. Before anyone asks, the answer is "Ozempic". I had a bunch of stuff in smaller sizes in storage but was afraid to try anything on. I did so yesterday and discovered that not only do my small jeans fit, they're actually a bit loose. So that's awesome.

I'm tired. And tired of being tired. And still waiting to see benefits from using a CPAP. Instead it's all getting worse- I'm having a ton of mask leakage and can't figure out why. I'm supposed to finally see the specialist on the 28th, but as a visibly non-conformist woman I'm not expecting that to go well at all. Mainly I'm expecting "your numbers are fine, stop wasting my time".

I'm really looking forward to the day when I won't mostly write complaining about the damn CPAP.