I never got on here, anymore. But here we are. Insomnia is kickin' and giving me ample time to stress about my whole ass life.
In some ways, I'm in this enormously wonderful space, and in others I'm in full on panic mode. It's been something, that's for certain.
The world is losing its mind, and I've never actually been more worried in my life. I have GAD, and everything going on is acting as an anxiety intensifier. At least I still have work to lose myself in. I lost 8 lbs, and hung out at 127 for ļæ¼a little while, but now that I'm experiencing some level of stability and happiness, I've been eating again and gained 4 back.
I wish that I could keep the weight off, for good. I mean, if I got back into working out with regularity, I'm sure that I could.
Big sigh. I'm sure that I'm capable, in fact, I know that I am.