Dieting, that is. Eating right, whatever you want to call it.
Guido posted about his dislike of diets (amen, dude! LOL)....and that got me thinking.
I'm kinda.....non-skinny. I used to be skinny. (Remember when I got into that car accident? My doctor said if I had a little more meat on my bones, my injuries would not have been as bad as they were. Something to think about there, isn't it?)
So that brings me to thinking.....that I really do not want to diet. I don't. At all. But.....I don't know how to dress my chubby self. I don't know how to dress my older self. I'm a freaking mess. I knew how to dress my skinny self! ::sigh::
My Lexapro is not working and I don't like the holidays.
I'm all kinds of jacked up.
I want to go see my psych, but I'm afraid to drive through the Medical Center. Sure, I can drive more now (whereas before, I would rather have dropped a hammer on my toe than drive) but....unless I have Jesse take me.... Meh.