I’ve made a bit of a deal with myself recently that I’m not going to worry too much about my weight. I’m still going to try to eat as best I can in here, but I figure I have enough on my plate at the moment without worrying about something a stupid as being skinny. I can worry about that when I’m better.
Today I’ve started feeling a little better. I think it’s probably just being out from under my mother thumb, I finally have some room to breathe. I feel awful not being grateful for everything she does.
I’m feeling so uninspired at the moment. It’s like this depression has sapped what good was in me. I wish I could write more, but I just can’t.
1 comment:
I say good on you x
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