Saw my psych doctor this morning. Today was one of those days I really didn’t want to leave my apartment, but I’m glad that I forced myself out. Been on my new routine for about three weeks. I’ve lost a few pounds since then. Been lazy about exercise for a long time, too long. But I guess I’ve been paranoid enough that I sometimes went entire days without leaving my apartment for a long time. Of course, my physical health suffered as did my social life. I’m beginning to pick up the pieces and start over.
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I write about my experiences with mental illness and life in general. I am also currently under going 'lifestyle changes' (I hate the term 'dieting' as it's sounds so temporary) and have lost 70 pounds since spring 2014. I've put my poetry and novel writing on lower priority since I started losing weight and blogging more seriously. View all posts by alifeofmentalillness