Thanks everyone. (((hug))) back.


Believe it or not, I know how good a walk is for me. However, knowing and getting myself outside are two very different things. Depression is a strange thing where you can't bring yourself to do things that ordinarily feel good. I actually walked Callie a whole half mile this morning..... that usch a pittance considering I used to walk 2 miles every morning. I am so mad at myself because I gained 20 pounds back because of not walking.

I actually went to the apartment tonight for the first time. Its small and needs a lot of work, but its a nice first place. I'm going over tomorrow to paint a mural on Cam's wall, and plan on moving all his toys and stuff over that can be shoved in the car. I also want to get as much "housewares" stuff over (pots, pans, etc) If I get the small stuff, she can get the large stuff (bed, dresser, etc) I feel better even having that small plan.

I have off thursday, as does she. So I'm planning on going in to work on my day off. They think I'm NUTS because they know I need time off mentally, but they also know being at work is better for me than being here while she moves her stuff out. While she moves out with attitude and fights.

Deeeep breath. Breathe in slllllooowwwwlllly, Exhale sllllloooowwwwwlllly. repeat.