I need some fucking Xanax, I think. I can’t keep doing this thing where I wake up in the middle of the night all panicky. I’ve been awake since like 2:30 am.
And now I’m worried I’m experiencing a weird (and rare) side effect from my meds, but my doctor (who kind of sucks) isn’t taking me seriously, so I guess we will see what happens. Hopefully I’m wrong and/or blowing things out of proportion. It’s def possible. I spend too much time worrying about every little thing that is wrong with my body, and there are a lot of things, so…
I guess it’s Wednesday?
It feels like nothing is ever easy anymore.
It’s gorgeous outside. This is the time of year where I start walking around the CWE again at lunchtime. I just went down to Whole Foods with K and S to grab some stuff, and it felt good to be out in the sunshine.
I want to bring Bizzy down here with me soon so we can walk around Forest Park.
I can’t wait for my husband’s class to be over. I want him home again on Monday and Wednesday evenings for dinner and the like.
I’m worried about a few people right now. My heart hurts for them, and it sucks that I really can’t do anything to make it better.
The plan tonight is to run. If I don’t do anything else, I want to at least do that.
I’m doing okay on my calories, but I haven’t been tracking, so I need to get to that. I don’t know why I hate it so much, but I really do. My friend (and WW buddy) is riding my ass about it too. Lol.
“Ugh I don’t wanna” – me about everything this week. Wtf is my problem?