I am fed up with how I feel and look.
I have gained 40 lb in two years and I am not happy about it. It was nesting into new relationship, stress galore caused by my ex-h’s drama, Seroquel, and too much wine to either numb (during the week) or celebrate (at the end of the week).
I am trying to not be all-or-nothing in my thinking. This is always a set-up for failure with me. Intellectually, I know it is all about small changes that add up. Lifestyle. Blah blah blah. I know it will help with keeping depression and anxiety at bay. I am doing alright, but I could be doing better in the mood department and it is time to take next steps beyond meds and therapy.
So, today I’m riding my bike to work. It won’t be pretty. But I just have to get there and then get home. And I know how my brain works. Once I’m on it and going I will love it.
Here I go. I can do this.