The week seems to have just glided by, it's almost over. I've been sleeping well, this morning however I woke-up feeling kind of out of it. A recent comment mentioned going down in shirt sizes, that's interesting because my therapist has been saying I should do this for weeks, new clothes, it's a touchy subject. I'm not quite sure there is enough of a difference to warrant me getting new lower sizes. As I told my therapist (whom thought I was being ridiculous) I've laid in these shirts in so many different ways and contorted them that it's really no telling if weight loss has anything to with this appearance. So I really don't want to go down lower in sizes and be disappointed, and then wouldn't going down in size make me look bigger anyways? I know the logic in that last bit is odd, but it just came to me, I can't rationalize it, but it seems valid as if this sentence.
Mentally I'm mostly stable, however that picture of me by the camper is really doing a number. I'm really trying to execute all the techniques I've learned from therapy and just from myself in the last few months to not allow it to consume me and become another haze trigger where I'm stuck in a dark cloud of uncertain depression for weeks. I think I got this under control though.
I had a baked potato the yesterdayday, it's not a big deal, but I suppose it's been a while since I've had my potato in a none fried, mashed, or chipped form. It was great. I had chicken baked potato and a salad for dinner, it somehow seemed refreshing, if that makes sense.