I know. I haven’t been posting about my exercise, and stuff, but for those of you who have been reading my posts, I think I can be excused. I believe I have gone from fighting my weight to fighting my depression. Over the past few days, I have been feasting on comfort foods (meatloaf, mashed potatoes, riblets, and suffering quietly over mac and cheese.) The last comfort food on my list is fried chicken and collards. I know where to get the chicken. I may have to hunt for a while for the collard greens. I am bloated. (The scale screamed 210 at me this morning. I know you can’t possibly gain seven pounds in a couple of weeks, especially when you took two long walks in Miami to clear your head.)
I promised myself a meditation session and some Yoga today. I have to get back into the groove. This is my way of fighting the mopes. I can’t let them win. The last time I let my depression take over, I stayed in bed, and didn’t want to leave it any time soon. So, I am giving it the college try, not that I ever graduated from college.
I find myself thinking back to all the good times with my grandmother. I smile and yet, I am sad at the same time. I know there won’t anymore memories. Grieving stinks. I don’t like having this feeling of missing her and not being to see her to feel better. I guess that’s it. I am angry that I have to grieve. *shrugs* That’s another level. I guess.
Until next time. God Bless.