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.