I’ve spent the last several weeks trying to adjust a lot of things in my life. How I eat, how I exercise. Those are external behaviors, of course.
I’ve also been trying to adjust my attitude, which anyone who has met me probably would heartily recommend. That’s a bit harder than just choosing an apple instead of a bag of chips.
But, oddly enough, it seems to be working. I have times, actually like chunks of a day or more, where I feel.. almost normal. Almost happy. And that’s fucking huge. I know I sound pretty whiny, a lot, and even here I do. But really it is exhausting to be just down all. the. time. So it’s nice to feel like I finally have my nose above water.
Even if only for a while, before another rogue wave comes along.
Oh, yeah, I’m running again. Some.
I’d show you a picture, but like I said, the camera cord is missing (I refuse to say it “went missing” because shit, it didn’t do anything by itself, it’s an inanimate object, which I have misplaced). So here’s a picture that looks a lot like me wearing the goggles on my head, except I’m much older, fatter, and hairier, and not nearly as French.