|The view from the guest room at my Grandma/Uncle's farm in Virginia, it's the start of a new day|
Yesterday, as I was doing my pills case for the month (Really? How hard is it?) I tried to take my own advice and just freaking suck it up and be grateful that I can be alive, I can even thrive. Eleven years ago, I could barely walk up a flight of stairs without the drugs I now take.
For those of you wondering, no, I still have not had a drink since mid-July. I have to admit, it's tough. Really tough. When I drink, I'm a lot funnier and better looking. I can tolerate myself. I can relax. I stop making lists for a few hours. I feel a lot less mental pain. Yuck, I don't feel like reinventing myself. I'm gonna do it and I'll be a better version of me.
Well, now I'll STFU with the whining. There's a lot of good going on. Without drinking, I am losing weight. I spent YEARS running in the Tetons and did not lose weight. I think getting the thyroid right, training so much this spring/summer and not drinking has really kick started the weight loss. Good thing because I was quite a porker in March. I'm getting up and out earlier (big surprise *sarcasm*). My Vol State failure has really made me want to do more and be better. Weight loss, enthusiasm and good training...and I'm not looking like a cow, all good.
I think the next six or seven posts will be for Wanda! They will be pictures from the last few months. I don't think I've posted pics since February. I love sharing the pictures, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
I'm also going to post some playlists. I've got music and lyrics running through my head day and night.