My mind is just not where I want it to be today. Exercise will help, I"m sure. It's one of those days when I feel some kind of psychic pressure from the world . . . as if everybody's about to find out what a fraud I am or that I'm not living up to people's expectations. Is it anxiety? Depression? I did take my Paxil last night because I felt it coming on . . . but I'm not sure how many days I might've missed before that.
Weekends are ironically tough on me. That's a post for another blog, I suppose.
I don't feel like eating or exercising. I guess I'll just push myself to keep moving and getting some chores done throughout the day, exercise and hope I feel better.
I am down 1.3 lb today but discouraged because I had two "up" days in a row that haven't yet been undone. BMI is still over 40. I'll get there though. I will. And I'll go farther than I've ever gone before. And I'll be left with the same old me - but with a new wardrobe. I hate this melancholy feeling.