
Good news - I just got back from the gym and did 30 minutes on the elliptical (wanted to do 45, but they asked me to stop so they could move machines around. UGH.).
So - my weight has been stagnant for about 2 weeks. Understandably. But more than that, I'm struggling to get up in the morning and work out.
No - it's not the depression rearing it's ugly head again. That's under control.
I'm having trouble sleeping overall. Either I can't get to sleep when I want to, and lay awake for hours. Or I have restless nights and bad dreams. Some incredibly vivid.
But as every day goes by, it gets a little easier. It's not easier to believe that Dad's gone, but it's easier to live each day with the knowledge, I guess. I mean - it's never going to be "okay" that he's gone, but I'll find a way to be okay myself. To go through this process.
I just have to accept that it's a process and I have to go through it in my own time and in my own way.
And in the meantime, keep working out, keep eating right, keep striving for my goals, and I'll get there. And I still think I can accomplish my Club 8 goal for March - despite it being half over. Let's see what we can do in two weeks, my friends!
MAIN STREET AWAITS!