Things are better.
It did me wonders to get out to see my Bestie and my favorites.
I’ve been calling my mom more often. Checking in on her makes me feel better about the type of daughter I am. When it snows. When it’s super cold. I call her and check on her. When I’m going to the movies. I ask her to go along. It’s better. I still get annoyed. But it’s better.
I went to the meeting at Gilda’s Club and I want to attend some of the groups, but the times are all either too early or two late. I didn’t go to Yoga last week, so I hope to go tomorrow. I bought special clothes. I should go.
I’ve been trying to get out of work earlier lately. And it’s been pretty effective. Up until this week anyway. This week has been all screwed up. But I’m trying. And when I’m working late, I’m trying to make sure it’s because I want to accomplish something to make myself feel better and not because it will make someone else feel better.
I am slowly – very slowly – making improvements to the way I eat. I don’t have any candy in the house right now. I bought fruit. I bought some vegetables. I ate some of them. It’s a start.
I feel better. And it’s almost March. March is a month I can deal with. February is not. I hate February.
And March has many wonderful things in it. My class with Dyan Reavley (this Sunday!). Scrapbook Camp. Utefest.
It’s going to be amazing. Just wait.