I have about half a post, Unlocked Day Whatever We're on, written from this morning. It should have been easy enough to finish tonight.
But I got home a bit later because I was taking care of something at work, and then my furnace pilot light was out. I've never had to do that before and I'm very proud of myself. But it took my little "free time".
I'm working so hard on my relaxation routine that to post more than this would be violating a rule. And the rules are working.
So, let it just be said that:
-I fixed a furnace
-It really hurts to kneel on a completely black and blue knee to fix a furnace
-Dr. Mind agrees I'm getting a lot better. He says I'm not all better yet; I feel so much better than the last few months I don't care.
-For the first time in forever I didn't have to report any suicidal thoughts.
-I mentioned to a patient that I'd lost 55 lbs and would bring in some old clothes for her to try (she needs larger things). I didn't even cry when she essentially told me I'm still fat. I'm a size 12! That's pretty average I'd think.........Plus, it's 6 sizes smaller than a year ago. And she is no size 12 herself. So there.
Rule broken. Time to read.
More tomorrow.
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A size 12 is really something to be proud of! Especially on all of these psych meds that add on the pounds.
Thanks E. I'm shamelessly proud of it, literally getting excited every time I put on a pair of pants. Thanks to the depression diet and a reluctance to buy clothes while losing weight rapidly I actually jumped from a 16 to a 12. But I feel so much better about my body suddenly. I remember when psychotropics were new and a 12 felt so fat, but then I remember realizing that it was more like chubby on me at worst. I'll happily stay here, or lose more. Whatever.
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