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morrigirlHello,
Feel like I haven't said much lately. But I was reading one of my growing library of Depression related books and one chapter talked about the theraputic benefits of journaling. Yes, journaling is good for the soul apparently. It allows for objective (?) psychological release and analysis. Yeah so, here I am, analyze me.
Anyhow I'm proud of myself today for several reasons. First, I only ate three meals today! No snacks, just three good meals. If I can keep it off I may be able to shed some of this weight. Second, I accidentally stumbled upon an exercise program I like! Crazy right? I was flipping channels early yesterday morning and was laughing at all the stupid, insanely positive, and disgustingly thin people on the many fitness programs that grace the airwaves at six in the morning. They really are horrendous. I don't know how people stick with them. The hosts are just so patronizing and make you feel like you're two. But when I got to one of the ESPN channels I found a cute guy teaching kickboxing techniques. I watched for a couple of minutes. Mr. Ventura always incorporated kickboxing moves into his Tae Kwon Do program so I was watching the moves thinking, hey I know how to do that. And soon enough I found myself up and following the routine. The host wasn't annoying. He was just a little too hyper and kept telling bad jokes. He reminded me of Mr. Ventura :) He even had the pony tail to match. So I was up at six again this morning and did the workout again and it was really fun. It was a throw back to martial arts class at MVA. (Only it wasn't two and a half hours long and thank goodness for that.)
Third, I cleaned a little more of my room last night. I can actually walk to my bed now. Last night (or afternoon, whatever,) I slept on the couch cause I didn't feel like fighting my way to my bed. Our new couch is tres comfortable.
In other news, Aurelie and I saw The Hours last night. It was very good. Nicole Kidman was wonderful as Virginia Woolf. I never knew she was capable of looking so haggard. I got a birthday package from Heather the other day. She made me a tape. I listened to the first side while I was cleaning last night. It was great I love it! She also sent me photographs all of which I look horrible in, of course. And she sent me a little hand made book of poetry, and she included several Knox professors like Sheryl St. Germaine, Beth Ann, and Robin. I'd heard Robin read the one she included before. Beth Ann's was funny. Who knew the lady had a sense of humor. Also I watched a documentory about gay rights on PBS at three in the morning last night. It made me cry. People can be so mean. But they are wonderful all the same.
Living in the city makes you value people. I think people do the most amazing things. They trip over small dogs, they spit on the sidewalk, they give lousy drivers the finger. It's all so human and that makes it beautiful.
And still I feel like I've said nothing. Maybe it's because I've only spoken of events and not feelings. Wait, yes I have. I feel proud of myself. Okay, now I feel accomplished, I can retreat from this diary having met the challenge of pinning down my feelings. Great, time for a shower.
Feel like I haven't said much lately. But I was reading one of my growing library of Depression related books and one chapter talked about the theraputic benefits of journaling. Yes, journaling is good for the soul apparently. It allows for objective (?) psychological release and analysis. Yeah so, here I am, analyze me.
Anyhow I'm proud of myself today for several reasons. First, I only ate three meals today! No snacks, just three good meals. If I can keep it off I may be able to shed some of this weight. Second, I accidentally stumbled upon an exercise program I like! Crazy right? I was flipping channels early yesterday morning and was laughing at all the stupid, insanely positive, and disgustingly thin people on the many fitness programs that grace the airwaves at six in the morning. They really are horrendous. I don't know how people stick with them. The hosts are just so patronizing and make you feel like you're two. But when I got to one of the ESPN channels I found a cute guy teaching kickboxing techniques. I watched for a couple of minutes. Mr. Ventura always incorporated kickboxing moves into his Tae Kwon Do program so I was watching the moves thinking, hey I know how to do that. And soon enough I found myself up and following the routine. The host wasn't annoying. He was just a little too hyper and kept telling bad jokes. He reminded me of Mr. Ventura :) He even had the pony tail to match. So I was up at six again this morning and did the workout again and it was really fun. It was a throw back to martial arts class at MVA. (Only it wasn't two and a half hours long and thank goodness for that.)
Third, I cleaned a little more of my room last night. I can actually walk to my bed now. Last night (or afternoon, whatever,) I slept on the couch cause I didn't feel like fighting my way to my bed. Our new couch is tres comfortable.
In other news, Aurelie and I saw The Hours last night. It was very good. Nicole Kidman was wonderful as Virginia Woolf. I never knew she was capable of looking so haggard. I got a birthday package from Heather the other day. She made me a tape. I listened to the first side while I was cleaning last night. It was great I love it! She also sent me photographs all of which I look horrible in, of course. And she sent me a little hand made book of poetry, and she included several Knox professors like Sheryl St. Germaine, Beth Ann, and Robin. I'd heard Robin read the one she included before. Beth Ann's was funny. Who knew the lady had a sense of humor. Also I watched a documentory about gay rights on PBS at three in the morning last night. It made me cry. People can be so mean. But they are wonderful all the same.
Living in the city makes you value people. I think people do the most amazing things. They trip over small dogs, they spit on the sidewalk, they give lousy drivers the finger. It's all so human and that makes it beautiful.
And still I feel like I've said nothing. Maybe it's because I've only spoken of events and not feelings. Wait, yes I have. I feel proud of myself. Okay, now I feel accomplished, I can retreat from this diary having met the challenge of pinning down my feelings. Great, time for a shower.
