Yesterday’s accomplishment was realizing I need to find balance as I fight the Nothing (which is what I’ve started calling the Spring through Summer seasonal
February. My annual countdown to changing the clocks has begun. It’ll be thirty-five more days, in case you were curious. The early nightfall is adorable
Yesterday’s successes mostly had to do with financial goals. My Amazon Prime ordering habits have been out of control for years. The efforts I’ve made
Yesterday’s successes include, in no particular order: Going for a walk in the (very rare for this time of year) sunshine Booking a weekend getaway
It has come to my attention, yet again, that my self-esteem could use some work. This is common enough that it shouldn’t continue to surprise
Yesterday morning, I bemoaned not having a partner to help me while I’m laid up with back pain. Later in the day, I found a
Eight years ago this week I broke up with my best friend of twenty-five years. It had to be done. She had been verbally abusive
As mentioned yesterday (You Can’t Go Back [update]), my memory is horrible. I remember mentioning it yesterday. I do not, however, remember writing about ADHD
Some folks are able to sit with their thoughts and quietly come to conclusions and make sense of their life. I am the opposite of
I’m not overdoing anything. I’m stretching after each workout. I’m being gentle with my body and doing everything right. And yet, somehow, I’ve managed to
I’m still struggling against wanting to lose weight and I’m frustrated by it. On some level I know my break from dating is in part
Here’s the thing about tracking my food intake: I’m learning that eating within a certain calorie range really isn’t all that difficult for me. Take
Recently my overeating (and drinking) started bothering me again. I don’t think I’m binge eating nearly as much as I used to, if at all.
Riddle me this: How is it that on a week when I was far busier than usual I managed to get in more workouts instead
It feels utterly conditional. I am often very anxious about him, thinking there’s a decent chance I’ll never hear from him again, that something I say or do might all too easily cause him to disappear forever.