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.