Not sure what to do with this one. I got a new job and hate it. I don’t really hear from friends anymore. One moved away a while back and has stopped calling/returning calls. Another met a guy and never wants to spend time away from him. I met up with an acquaintance but it has yet to amount to much of a friendship.
I suddenly feel like doing something of which I’ve always dreamed but was too afraid to ever pursue. But I’m three months into this awful job and I’m not sure I could leave gracefully. So yeah, kinda sucking at not being sad.
I’ve been walking on a treadmill 4-5 times per week. My life has taken such a nose-dive that it’s the only thing I have to look forward to each day. If I keep it up for two more weeks I’ll check this off my list.
I’m making great progress on loving my body. For me, it’s not just about seeing my own beauty, but also recognizing that I deserve to feel good. My body deserves attention. This has made it possible for me to go to doctors for my health issues. In January I found a new primary physician and she started treating my underlying illness instead of just my symptoms.
The results: I’ve lost 30 pounds thanks to my doctor putting me on metformin for my PCOS. I’ve started experimenting with my personal style (even if I feel a bit awkward at first). Last Saturday I wore a snug t-shirt with a long skirt and sandals and danced the night away with friends. It’s very different from the old me.
I want to note that losing weight was and is not necessary for me to love my body. Actually, loving my body had to come first.