If you've ever spent a lot of time treating yourself like shit, you know how difficult it is to JUST QUIT IT ALREADY.
So. Counting the things to be proud of in my day is my new approach to being less crazy.
The good news: I got up at a reasonable hour today. And I got my ass washed and dressed in time to - wait for it - TAKE THE BUS TO WORK. You see, the bus takes longer (usually), so lately, driving to work has become a more convenient let-me-sleep-30-minutes-more-for-the-love-of-all-that-is-good-in-this-shithole-please-just-30-minutes-more way of life. But I have to get back to the bus routine. Maybe you haven't noticed, but gas is kinda pricey. And today I did it! And I arrived relatively early. Good for me.
But the bad news? "Relatively early" still means 15 - okay 20 - minutes late. So SUE me.
Good news: I did some work today. Real work. And I wasn't in an asshole mood about it either.
Bad news: I'm still putting off some stuff. Procrastinator extraordinaire. Some things never change.
Good news: I am very nearly done my first book since this whole shit-show began. It's taken me a long while, but I am three mere chapters from completion. Concentration is an issue, so getting back to reading is a huge accomplishment. Believe it.
Bad news: I read blogs more than I read books. Actually, that's not bad news, is it?
Good news: I've been eating better this week. Lots of veggies and less crap.
Bad news: "Less crap" excludes pizza and Oreos.
And here comes the big one. Drumroll please....
Good news: I WENT TO THE GYM. Yes. Yes I did. Thanks to my dear friend V's encouragement and company, I managed to handle an hour of high-impact cardio kickboxing. Without dying. AND WHILE WEARING MY NEW FUCHSIA X-TRAINERS. Uh huh. You heard me.
Bad news? I won't be able to move tomorrow. Somebody get me a fucking wheelchair.