August 2, 2024

I’m still radioactive to her. She won’t look at me. When I talk to her, she gives me one sentence answers. I’m thinking about all this in the last few hours, it’s my perspective that she’s choosing to only look at negatives. All the clothing we’ve fought about is in a bin in the attic. Don’t think she noticed, probably won’t as long as she’s got her head down.

No corset today, it’s in the bin. Weigh in 154.4lbs. Saved some shirts to cut into liners, in case I’ve completely mis-read what’s going on, but they’re probably too big for liners anyway and wouldn’t sit flat like something with elastic in it. I’ve already started reverting back to my old desk posture, now that I put everything for the standing desk away and the corset is stored.