Last year, for those of you with great memories, you may recall that I was on my get healthy journey and overall doing well. Pounds were lost and not found again. Bat wings became less flappable. Butt shrunk, leading to saggy ass pants bottoms which I found both fascinating and horrifying. But … but … but … now. Now is not so great. Pounds have been found. And I feel all the feels, which sucks because I am an emotional eater.