The Next Day

As no one reads this, I don't mind sharing the truly boring and mundane. It's supposed to be therapeutic, and above all, it gets me writng again. Today was, well, a decent day. I didn't accomplish as much as I wanted to, although I did manage to get out of the house and do some shopping and I did some work - not a full days work, but I did thngs I've managed to put off for a while.
I als worked out - it's all about the baby steps. Not going be a long post ranting about things I can't change yet until I get my health back. I need to buy a scale. One month ago at the doctor I weighed in at 88 pounds. I've weighed 105 to 108 for as long as I can remember, then I got down to 95 and the doc told me not to worry, but 88 pounds was cause for worry.
As of tonight, I don't know what I weith, but I look way better. I'm going to try to write short psts every night until I feel like really talking and starting up my novel wiritn again

Update on the Happiness Project

Well, the happiness project did not go well. I finally had to break down and go to the doctor. It's helped except that I have a long way to go on my own. After lots of tests the doctor ultimately put me on thyroid medicine which helped for a few weeks. I felt great! Then I crashed and burned. I went back on Ambien, but it doesn't last all night, so the doc gave me xanax to take with the ambien since the ambien CR does not have a generic. and funnily enough, it's working like a charm. I take my pills at 9:30 and drift off to sleep by eleven and sleep all night. I don't even take my pain pills for my back anymore.

but i'm still far from where i want to be. more on that later.