I have tried so hard, so very hard to be positive this week. I have done at least one positive thing every day.
I just wish I could focus forward.
My resume is done and polished, and contacts made. There isn’t a lot you can do every day for a job search, but I do something almost every day. I certainly search any and every posting relevant and give it consideration or send a resume where applicable.
I logged my food every day and I did well. No major food breaks.
I went to the doctor as planned and I have to sit and think how medicated I want to be or if surgery is the right option. This may be easier for some than others. I have nearly died the last two times I was in the hospital and the last drug I took almost killed me as well. I am terrified – and so is my doctor- that no choice I make is easy. There are potential serious side effects (or not) to either.
The fit bit is on, but I haven’t pushed myself to move much. But it is on.
I have focused a little on getting my eldest off to college in 2 weeks.
I have not focused on any dating, and I feel ok with that for now.
I read 2 books in the past week, which is much better than trolling social media looking to see where Bennett may have unfriended me.
I need to choose another bigger milestone for this week. But my mind is so foggy and all over the place. I am so very tired of taking care of anything and everything. There is so much laundry to be done. Bills I am neglecting. Paperwork for my Dad to get his end-of-life things in order. Apps to be made for the kids. I just don’t want to.
I want a lobotomy.