Why do I fight the things that are good for me? I just took the dog for a walk, and I felt fabulous despite not feeling like going at first. And I’m thinking, “Why don’t I do this every day?” Sometimes I think my favorite addiction is to my own crappy mood.
I did lots of writing yesterday too, more than I've done in ages. Today I haven't done any, and I feel it like an itch I can't quite reach. More walks, more writing, less sabotage.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
I gave myself a black eye. Even better, I ran into a chair. I'm just glad that I didn't require medical attention. I can only imagine how that conversation would have gone...
Dr: You ran into a...chair?
Me: I was bending over to pick something up, and caught the edge of a dining room chair.
Dr: You know that you can talk to me openly...
Me: No, really, I ran into a chair.
Dr: Hmmm, let me just make a note here on your chart...
Me: Arg! I ran into a chair!