Nothing

A brief account of the week.

Nothing. Eleven weeks of nothing. I know intellectually that nothing is not a failure, and I am finding that intellectual knowledge worth approximately nothing this evening.

The plateau has been going on longer than the part before the plateau. That is an odd thing to sit with.

Three months of no change and my blood pressure has come down anyway. Two things can be true at once and I keep having to relearn that.

Second plateau, and it is easier than the first, mostly because I have been here and come out the other side without doing anything clever.

Flat again. I have stopped looking, which is either healthy or avoidance and I genuinely cannot tell.

More thinking required.