2 Months

Wow.  It's been two months since I last wrote anything here.  And I forgot to publish the last post (oops!) But I just did and dated it in the title, in case y'all wondered..
Anywho..  a lot can change in two months.  Let's see, I finished classes (til fall), yesterday.  That's a relief, because I feel like one burden has been lifted, temporarily.  I got a new job, which was a total YAY moment until I started the new job.. and now.. well, let's just say that I'll be happy for the pay raise until I find something that suits me better.  My old girl cat has gone to live with my dad, and I got a new kitten!

He seems to be acclimating just fine to his new home, and his brother seems to enjoy the company.

And, the last change is that I officially have a boyfriend.  Like a real, honest to goodness boyfriend.  Who likes me, and likes to spend time with me.  Whoda thunk?

The last time I wrote, I was in a bad place.  It may have gotten a bit worse before it started to get better.  It's better now, though not as good as I'd like it to be.  One lesson I learned: I MUST take my meds.  Med-less Hannah is just no fun at all.  I "lost" them for about a week, and for the week before that, forgot to take them.  But I'm doing better.

And yesterday and today I went to the gym before work!  I did 30 minutes on the treadmill (30 minutes that were a lot more difficult than they have any right to be).  Tomorrow, I plan to do 30 minutes of some other type of cardio.  I'm working on getting back into the good habit of working out.  Once I've mastered that, I can work on mixing it up more.  For now, though, it feels like a miracle that I'm putting the time in at all.

I miss the gym.  I miss races.  I really really miss races.  I've got friends who are running now, that didn't used to.  I could have sworn I tried to get them to start, when I was in better shape and on a roll, and my efforts were thwarted.  Now that I'm fat and slow and too embarassed to run in public, they're doing races nearly every weekend, and I'm incredibly jealous.  I also tend to think to myself "that's MY thing, go be good at something else!" And then I slap myself for being selfish.  I'm proud of them, I really am.  I'm just really missing races.  So, I need to focus now on training for VA Beach next year.  And feeling more normal.

I DID do something social for the first time since.. oh.. probably November?  And I was a little more my normal self.  I even made a funny hat!