Blogger says I have to migrate my old blog to the new format. Okay. Here I go. I hope this takes care of it.

It's been a year since I posted here. There are several good reasons for that.

I'm fatter and more tired than I was, if you can believe that, but still working on making it better.

Tune in for film at 11.

Better

Although things aren't where they should be, the adjustment in dosage the doc told me to do last week seems to have helped.

I'm not binge-ing as much, and am able to get up and do chores around the house. I'm able to focus better at work, too.

I laughed twice in the last week. That's not enough, but again, better.

Get out of the HOUSE!

My brother called yesterday and NAGGED me to get dressed and get my butt outdoors. I mean, it was like playground chanting! LOL...

I did. I got dressed and went to World Market and Wal-Mart and to an Indian restaurant for early dinner.

In the process, I discovered my feet are not quite healed from the podiatrist's attentions, but there was no lasting damage done.

This morning, I got some minor housework done, and have been sitting at the damn computer for too long. I'm going to shut 'er down so I can shift attention to something productive.

I looked at the photo my son took for me to message to Bro to prove I was outside, and I'm so fat. Part of the reason I don't want to go out is that I'm embarrassed about the weight I've gained back. It's counter-productive to stay in the house all the time, but it's difficult to get enthused about things when I'm not happy with myself.

Gotta work on that.

Dark, dark, dark

The sun is out; it's a beautiful day. I'm sitting inside with all the lights off, playing Bejewelled Blitz and checking my facebook page compulsively. I know this isn't healthy. I know I should be doing something else, something active and productive. But still I sit here.

At least I'll have clean clothes tomorrow. I managed to get my laundry done.

What are you fighting for?

If struggle builds character, I should be an absolute saint in about a month. :|

I wonder if the old meds stopped working, and that's why I crashed, or if they'd work again now that I'm getting my mental house in better order.

There is little impulse control in the bottle that lives in my bathroom now. I want to go back to feeling good as I remember it.

This is not working well for me.