Tuesday, December 25, 2018

I was up late and slept late, though I feel more rested than I’ve felt in several days. I even did a half-hour on the treadmill.

Tom said no one was next door all day. This probably means Virginia is in the hospital. The problem is that I haven’t had a chance to get over and find out what’s going on because by the time anyone is up and about over there in the morning, I’m getting tired and winding down. As soon as my schedule pushes ahead a bit more, I’ll go over there.

Realizing I was dumb enough to have canned soup as well as frozen pizza (bagel bites), which can fuel anxiety, and since it was time to order groceries again anyway, I got foods that are more anxiety-friendly while still going easy on the sodium and cholesterol. I only allowed myself one sugary treat, a tube of M&M’s.

Was worried I’d be in for an anxious night, and I still could be later on, but the walk seemed to help with that. I’ll walk all day and all night if that’s what it takes and I won’t care about sore feet and achy hips either.

Next weekend we’re going to set up the video thing at the health site so that if I have an emergency when I’m home alone, I can sign in to talk to a therapist. Yes, I would prefer to work with Stacey but this way, even though it may be twice as expensive at around $50, he doesn’t have to lose time from work. It would only be for if things turned scary. Anxiety is definitely the worst emotion a human being could ever feel!

Metabolism is definitely picking up. I was within a tenth of hitting down at 150, so I’m down about 5.5 pounds.

All I remember for dreams was sending a letter about who knows what to some TV show host. Might have been a reality series or something like that. The woman actually looked like Kelly Siegler from the reality crime show Cold Justice. I’m not sure what I said in my letter to her but I figured she would blow me off. But then I was out in public somewhere when I saw her drive by and knew she was coming to see me. She wore a silky mauve top with spaghetti straps but that was all I could see of her outfit since she was in a car. So I raced home excitedly to meet her for whatever it was I contacted her about.

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